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swaqcenix · 1 year

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wow, you answered…

thanks.

to be honest, I would like to care less, just to ensure my "survival", given the peculiar general culture of ignoring and some cruelty that we are brought up with from childhood and normalized in adulthood. as it was said in one verse of the russian poet: "ты отпусти меня, глупое сердце!"

…

how are you? are you okay? do you want to share what happened these days?

and…

thanks you for your congratulations… today I wrote the olympiad in german and english (which was a big WHAT THE HECK) and now I feel, to put it mildly, terrible. I don't want to be involved in all this shit anymore, given my unstable… psyche or whatever it is, which is why anxiety attacks me and I can't come to my senses for a long time.

I'm sorry you're hearing this and.. sorry

uhhhhhhhhhhh92304092092jfkljlkdjlkjfgljdlgkjdljgldkj,n,mcxnv,nx,cxmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I just don't know who else to share this with. I have people I can tell this to, but I rarely feel like I'm feeling better. even with their involvement in what I'm saying. I wish things were simpler.

the relationship with myself were simpler. my attitude to this life were simpler.

sorry.

I will answer only some points. I just don't want to bore you with an endless string of repetitive words or something :)

hmmm. the only thing I remember from the movie "the visit" is the expression on the boy's face in the end. to be honest, I would like to see a collection of clippings from movies /TV series /animated series, where the characters have some kind of…. tragic, unusual facial expression. it touches something in me every time.

for example, the expression of this boy at the end of the movie.

the expression on the face of a woman named Lilly from the 1999 film "Aimee and the Jaguar", when she quarrels with her lover and he abandons her and they were standing on the stairs. I'm still amazed by that expression on her face, her eyes. the look in her eyes, god. I haven't seen this anywhere else.

The expression on Pearl's face from Steven Universe when Pearl realizes that Rose didn't trust her with all the secrets and runs away. and here Steven finds her, hugs her and Pearl looked as if something in her was suffering deep irretrievable destruction, followed by imminent creation.

:( sorry, now I want to cry, reading your words in which you call me sweet and speak well of me. thanks.

hm. I like listeners too. there are few of them and I try to appreciate every listener in my life. sometimes they are very creep (for me), because you can tell them something and they remember it (!). it's so weird!!!!1.

like, why?! oh god, just never listen to me and don't be interested in me, so that I will be disappointed in you and stop communicating with you!!! it's not that hard, like, just do it🙄😤👺

and at the same time I think: wow. you make me feel so special and that makes me happy. please don't forget about me.😐🌾

I know it's weird and probably not very healthy bullshit. sorry.

contradictions and aimlessness.

YEAH. I'm waiting for this fanfiction.

and also, your new ff with Natasha Romanoff ;) I won't call myself her fan, but she is certainly a strong female character, whom I respect also, you write with such desire and diligence that it would be a crime not to say anything about it.

HMMMM. now, considering your maneuvering answer, it became even more interesting to me. again, everything is fine, I am a patient person. take care of yourself, please! 🌻✨

haha.. you're too good at your game. I lose every move.

oh, great! what song did you like? I would like to hear your opinion about each song individually.

wow, how interesting!!!

Well, then, you know what they say:

"Снег за окном торжественный и гладкий, пушистый, тихий. Поужинав, на лестничной площадке курили психи. Стояли и на корточках сидели без разговора. Там, за окном, росли большие ели - деревья бора. План бегства из больницы при пожаре и всё такое. …Но мы уже летим в стеклянном шаре. Прощай, земное! Всем всё равно куда, а мне - подавно, куда угодно. Наследственность плюс родовая травма - душа свободна. Так плавно, так спокойно по орбите плывет больница. Любимые, вы только посмотрите на наши лица!"

songs.

hmm, it sounds very interesting… I liked this song, i feel… unusual vibes that I usually don't feel maybe I think so, because this song is not really to my taste and I rarely come across this, soooo thank you so much for offering it! it's really something! 2. Lord, this song almost made me cry fortunately, my heart was not subjected to such torments as were described in the song and I thank the lord for this (if there is one) I liked this song so much. I usually listen to songs that make me think about something. I mean, I have 2 playlists. the first has songs that make me think, and the second playlist is purely for the feelings that these songs cause in me. this is a really sad, poignant and deep song. I liked these lines: "Mantuve la esperanza conociendo tu interior Sintiendo tan ajeno tu calor Probé de la manzana por amor" and "Dices que me amas, que no hay nadie como yo Que soy la dueña de tu corazón Pero alguien más está en tu habitación"

sounds interesting…

3. hm, I have a feeling that our songs are to some extent "on the same wavelength", given the themes of our first songs in the list and the next 2, which sing about other things that can make you cry or delve into not the most pleasant, but definitely necessary feelings. and it seems to me that maybe we shared a piece of our life experience with each other through these songs.

thank you very much. it's very intimate.

always!! i am sorry for my lack of speed at the moment i've just managed to get out of a low point in my mindset but i'm so happy to get to respond to your messages <3

may i ask are you russian? i'm just curious also love that if you were it's so cool! 🫶 i'm okay, unfortunately i suffer with bipolar 2 AKA BP2 which gives me long periods of low moods <:( luckily i'm okay now! how are you sweetie?

also, of course i'm so proud of you for that! and remember i understand that it can be really overwhelming and difficult please don't try and push yourself, remember to do things for you and what you want to do not for anyone else darling! 💌 also heyyy don't apologise remember my account is a safe space and you're welcome to share whatever you feel comfortable with, there's never any judgement here!

i understand that, i too feel that way on many occasions. sometimes our closest friends may not be the people that can help! you can always vent and get whatever you feel on here love. PS you could never bore me with anything sweetie!

i love the way you analyse characters, their expressions and the depth behind it. you feel deeply lovely and a rare treasure, so hold it close to you. i love when something rare in films that's unmatchable comes along and swipes us off our feet!

heyyy, no need to cry hun i simply speak the truth that is all <33 you are definitely sweet. yeah listeners are lovely people and fr, their memory is beyond me it's creepy but somehow touches me in many ways i suppose :') i am unfortunately good at maneuvering around things sweetie, don't worry i'm taking care of myself as i hope you are 💕

in regards to my opinions of the songs;

the dismemberment song- not usually something i'd find myself listening to but her VOICE is so captivating. it's giving me old school unique vibes and the little beat's. definitely brings music to my ears and does give me a little musical vibe, i did enjoy it! <3

runs in the family- okay this WAS SO SO GOOD. the fact it picks up pace and she doesn't really take many breathes shows how it intertwines with the title and lyrics as a whole as though she's panicking trying to get every little thought that dances through her mind out of it, it's truly well done and her voice is CHEFS KISS :)

крепость, дайте танк-it took me a while to get my head around it but the way his voice sounds and the lyrics as a whole. singing for himself and his thoughts overall i actually think this was my favourite joint with runs in the family, truly your music taste astounds me, it's AMAZING! <3

that was so beautiful, srsly brought tears to my eyes. tajsksjs sorry i'm processing that fr! <3 я всегда буду любить твои маленькие сообщения :))

the first song was definitely contradicting the last two, it's just something my music taste does as it is a little all over the place which i kinda love! <33 as for the second YES i loved that song with my whole being especially the lyrics you quoted fr, it was JUST <3 unfortunately for myself i have related to that song i have playlists for all songs i feel a vibe to you if you get me? 💌 we definitely are similar when it comes to connecting through music i adore it! music is just such an outlet for me, it's apart of me genuinely. <3 i hope you're staying healthy and hydratedd :')

#cute lil anon!#this adorable #so sweet fr #anon! 💌#sweet anon #kazasks ღ

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furryhoon · 3 years

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velvet

genre: smut

sub!sunghoon x soft dom!reader

warnings: palming, cum eating, begging

words: 657

sum: sunghoon comes home after a long day of shooting en o clock, not even bothering changing out of his pajamas. you can’t help yourself with him looking so cute like this.

not proof read

The front door slams and you watch as sunghoon dramatically falls against the couch groaning. “Hey babe!” you say twirling around with a bowl of popcorn in your hand.

Receiving a text earlier today from sunghoon you prepared some popcorn and a movie knowing he was on his way back.

“Hey baby!” Sunghoon says popping up from the couch. Despite constant hours of work with filming, interviews, and their japan debut he’d visit you with the biggest smile on his face.

You run your finger up his unoccupied arm, “what’s with the outfit” you exclaim to caught up with his appearance to even answer.

You loved the way it looked on his skin, or the way the nape of his neck brushed against the collar of his top. Above all you loved the velvet fabric his attire was made of.

Sunghoon feels heat reach the tip of his ears. “It’s the pajamas I had to wear for our en o clock filming today. It’s so comfy and I was so worn out I decided to just drive over like this.” His shy state didn’t go unnoticed by you “Cute.”

“It seems to fit the occasion anyway” he responds with a higher pitched voice than he wanted to. He quickly turns his attention to the tv not being able to look you in the eye, you gladly took the hint.

You try to restrain the smile wanting to appear on your face as you start the movie already planning your next move.

Sunghoon could barely concentrate on the movie yet he couldn’t do anything but keep his eyes locked on the screen. He averted your gaze at any cost.

After a few minutes he starts to relax finally focusing on the movie. You take this as your chance, running circles along his upper thigh.

You feel sunghoon tense up under your touch. “Baby, relax.” You continue running your fingers in circular motions, pinching at the fabric occasionally. Getting closer and closer to his crotch. “S-Stop teasing me” he whimpers.

“Please” he mutters under his breath. “You want me to stop?,” you say starting to palm him. Sunghoon throws his head back, rutting his hips into your palm.

His lack of words makes you stop. “If that’s what you want” you say shrugging your shoulders, about to remove your hand.

“No!” Sunghoon says rather quickly. Pushing your hand back down with his own. “Please touch me”, he whispers.

You start your motions back up again. Sunghoon bites his lip concealing his sounds. You take this as a challenge slipping your hand into his boxers. He squirms under the sudden touch struggling to keep quiet.

“Let go hoonie” you apply more pressure, sunghoon finally letting a moan escape his throat. The whimpers and curses that start to leave his throat cause you to speed up your motions. “Good boy”

“Fuck” he says in a breathy moan. “I-I’m gonna cum, please let me cum” You speed up the pace “P-Please!” he lets out a broken sob.

“You’ve been so good of course you can” you feel his cock twitch at the praise followed by a sticky warmth coating your fingers.

You help him through his high, removing your hand from his cock and sucking on your fingers. Sunghoon watches while releasing heavy breaths. Finally cleaning off your fingers you take them out of your mouth with a pop.

Leaning in you give him a peck on the lips. He flashes you a big smile, it suddenly turns into a frown when he looks down at his cum stained pants.

“I have to turn these back into the stylist tomorrow morning!”, He whines loudly

writer: This is my first smut, the first ff i’ve written actually so hopefully i’ll improve over time! I didn’t write about after care for this one but let’s just say the reader cleans him up, throws his clothing into the washer, and cuddles with him until he’s fallen asleep.

#enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #sunghoon smut #sunghoon hard hours #engene #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon enhypen #kpop smut #dom reader #sub idol

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cherrycheridarling · 3 years

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lockscreen | t.h.

tom holland x famous!reader

warnings: none just fluff

summary: tom goes on jimmy fallon for a game of 'show me your phone'. being the oblivious child he is, tom forgets about his lockscreen.

wc: 1.4k

"Welcome back! We're here again with the star of the Spider-Man series, Tom Holland!" Jimmy's announcement drew cheers from the audience. "Tonight, we are going to be playing a game called 'Show Me Your Phone'."

Jimmy went on to explain the game to the crowd as Tom sat across from him patiently waiting. Jimmy pressed on the button first and ended up showing the world that his last photo was a selfie taken minutes ago in the washroom. That gained a lot of laughs. Then it was Tom's turn.

"I'm terrified. I don't even know what's on my phone." Tom shook his hands before firmly pushing the button. It landed on the iMessage icon. "Oh? My last text message convo?" he began to unlock his phone. Eyes skimming over his lockscreen.

"Yup, and once it's locked in, you can't touch it." Jimmy reminded him of the rules as Tom quickly skimmed through his last conversation.

Tom ran a hand down his face before chuckling, "Oh, geez. Alright, some context, I needed help picking a tie for tonight and my mate, Harrison, is nowhere near helpful."

He placed his phone in front of the camera as the conversation appeared for the audience to read.

Tom: haz what tie? red or blue?

Harrison: youre ugly either way

Tom: you look like dolores umbridge. pick a tie ffs

Harrison: mm my babe umbridge. jokes. i'd say purple

Tom: you're gross and no help at all

Harrison: have fun babe the bed is waiting for you

Tom: don't make me puke before i go on the show

Harrison: puke on me daddy

The crowd bursted out into laughter along with Jimmy as Tom covered his beet red face in embarrassment. "He is going to kill me for showing that." Tom was laughing as he spoke.

"That's hilarious! Okay, my turn." Jimmy ended up sharing a voice memo of him reminding himself to do chores around the house.

Tom wiped his hands on his pants before pushing the large button again. It landed on the lock icon. "What does that mean?"

"You have to share your lockscreen."

Tom's posture visibly stiffened at the information given. He wished he had gotten some warning before coming on the show. A caution sign telling him to erase everything on the iPhone.

His lockscreen was a memory. A keepsake. You. A piece of his heart. A reminder of happiness and the loving moments you shared with one another. It was taken a little over a year ago at Zendaya's house for a get-together with a few close friends.

You were propped up on the kitchen island, a wide smile on your face. Tom standing in between your legs with his back to your chest. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he tilted his head and placed a kiss on your cheek. Jacob Batalon had captured the moment. A heartwarming interaction that you had both done an outstanding job at keeping under wraps.

You had been dating for nearly two years. How you had managed to keep it hidden for such an extended amount of time was a wonder to everyone who knew, including yourselves. It wasn't that you were both set on no one ever finding out, you just never saw the need to. It was your relationship, only meant to be shared between the two of you.

Tom hoped you wouldn't be mad if the world found out, but he enjoyed the privacy and the feeling of having something that was only his. Something he didn't have to share with the globe. Tom debated on his options. Showing the picture and making headlines for the next week or refusing to do so and ruining the game while making everyone suspicious of him.

The former won.

"Okay, um." Tom nervously let out a laugh, "Surprise?"

With shaking hands, he placed his locked phone on the stand and avoided looking into the crowd as reactions varied throughout the studio. Gasps, cheers, 'aww's, even some screams. Both of his hands shielded his expression from the cameras as he allowed the audience to examine the photo.

"Oh, my god! W-what?!" Jimmy stammered, shocked what his eyes saw, "That's Y/N Y/L/N! A-are you two?" his eyes flicked from the phone to Tom.

Tom nodded slowly, "Yeah, yeah. It is and we are. Nearly two years steady." this intel drew more shocked reactions from the habitants of the studio.

"This is amazing! We love Y/N! But wow, how did no one know?!" Jimmy was still in disbelief.

Tom smiled at your name, "I may be loose-lipped with movie spoilers, but this is proof that I can keep secrets."

Jimmy's mouth was agape, "I have so many questions and you are so lucky that we are out of time."

Tom released a breath he didn't know he was holding as Jimmy said goodbye to the cameras and they stopped recording.

As Tom made his way backstage to head to his hotel, his heart began to beat out of his chest as he thought about your reaction.

Lounging on his hotel comforter, Tom pulled out his phone once again and clicked on your contact. m'lady. Pressing the FaceTime icon.

Your bright smile lit up the screen, illuminating his mood like the sun on a stormy day.

"Hello, lover. To what do I owe the pleasure of this late night call?" you chuckled while sitting up against the headboard of your bed, Tessa laying beside you.

Tom couldn't suppress his grin at your presence even if it was through a screen, "Hi, darling. I didn't know if you would be awake. Isn't it nearly three in the morning there?"

You nodded and pushed your glasses up on your nose, "Had to run some lines with Tess before filming tomorrow. She's a great actress." you panned the camera over to the sleeping pup.

"Sometimes I think you're only with me for my dog." he joked with a light laugh.

"Shoot. I thought I had you fooled." you teased back, "Why did you call, bum?"

He scratched the back of neck and avoided looking at the screen. That was enough for you to know that something was up.

"What part of your movie did you spoil this time?" you chuckled.

Tom shook his head with a smile, brown curls flopping on his head, "Nothing about my film, love. More or less about us." he mumbled the last bit, but you heard it.

Your shoulders tensed involuntarily, "I'm gonna need more information than that."

"We were playing a game where you have to show certain things on your phone and I had to show my lockscreen and, well, you know what my lockscreen is." his nerves grew with every second that your face stayed expressionless.

"Okay. How did they react?" you stifled a yawn.

Tom's eyebrows furrowed at your response, "Y-you're not mad?"

You chuckled, "Do you want me to be mad?"

"No, no, no." he quickly protested, "I just didn't know if you were ready to tell the world about us and I'm sorry for not informing you before making that big of a step in our relationship."

You smiled at the caring boy in your life. His thoughtfulness overpowering any negative emotions that could've surfaced. You weren't mad at all. Two years was a long time to keep a relationship hidden especially when both of the parties are well known to the public.

"No need to apologize, mi amor. It was about time everyone found out. Long overdue if you ask me. I would've appreciated a heads up, but I'm not mad." you insisted, and it was true.

Tom visibly relaxed at your words, "The audience was shocked and some gushed and screamed. Can't wait to see the headlines and news articles tomorrow."

"I can see it now: 'Spider-Man Actor, Tom Holland and Actress, Y/N Y/L/N's Hidden Love'." you spoke in a mocking voice making your boyfriend laugh.

"Can't forget; 'All the evidence of their relationship that the public overlooked'." he joked in the same tone as you both laughed together joyously.

Your laughter died down while a peaceful smile lingered on your lips, "I'm glad you had fun tonight. I should get some rest. Need to be in hair and makeup at seven."

He nodded understandingly, "Have fun on set, darling. I'll talk to you later. Goodnight, sleep tight, sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, sleep tight, sweet dreams, lover." you gave a little wave before ending the call.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x singer!reader #tom holland fanfiction

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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~ 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐚 ~

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝; SMUT!!! a smidge of angst and a lil fluff, felix x fem!reader. enemies to fwb, bullying!!!, highschool!au, blowjob, pierced!felix, mentions of complicated family relationships/bad economy, felix being rude lmao, PIV, unprotected sex (use protections ffs, this is a bad example), orgasm (m/f), cum, nicknames, shy reader, fingering.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝; 6.6 k

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎; Consent is like tea or my personal favorite,,, tea slut HSAHSHA PLEASE im- anyways enjoy both tea and consent, both very very sexy and good for you

also,,, my first kinda long fic??

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺; Lee Felix. The class bully. Also the son of a wealthy business man. You didn’t have the same privileges, living alone at such a young age. After an arrangement Felix invites you to work at his fathers old tea shop but this relationship turns into something unexpected.

The cold wind blew on your exposed calfs, the skirt of the school uniform fluttering as your backpack was lazily thrown across your shoulder, your head turned to the direction the bus comes from. You were not the only one on that bus stop. Other students standing at least a feet apart from each other, all eagerly waiting to hurry back to their comfortable homes, eat dinner and start on their assignments.

You on the other hand had other plans.

What was on your computer screen wasn’t the typical essay or sheet of physics questions. It was job applications. And lots of them.

A notification arrived, your phone vibrating in your coat pocket and as the screen lit up you saw a message.

[ Rent due today y/n, have it in by 8 ]

Living by yourself in a dusty apartment that contained nothing more than a bed, a desk and a tiny kitchen overfilled with noodle packets was nothing to be proud of. You could barely afford that type of lifestyle since you were a student so how on earth were you gonna get rent in to the old lady that served as your landlord?

You sighed, the packed bus rolling slowly on the way and stopping, there barely being place to stand in the crowded vehicle.

Your apartment was right above an old tea shop, the owner being a wealthy man that owned several shops on the block. His busy lifestyle including buying and selling properties kept him away from his true passion in life; tea. What scared you was his resemblance to a person you knew. A person you knew too well.

Lee Felix

His only purpose in life was to have fun. To ruin others. And he had every opporunity to do so. His report card was nothing but lies and money, his fathers wealth being able to buy him decent grades without lifting a finger. There was one, only one, instance where the young boy would try his best and that’s when intimidating others. His best skill. Those piercing dark eyes and knife-sharp jaw could leave anyone shaken for days.

But do you know who his favorite person to bully was?

You.

All the hurtful memories eventually started to merge together but one stood out clearly to you. It happened a year ago. You walked into the sunlit classroom, your other classmates sitting around their desks, chatting and showing each other photos, laughing happily. Friends was not something you had, more like acquaintance. The students you would greet and exchange a couple of words with but nothing more. Your assigned seat was in the third row, the one sitting right behind you being Felix himself. With a quick glance at the clock you looked underneath your desk, searching for the book you needed for english class, your eyebrows furrowing as you searched desperatly, turning every book over and ripping open your backpack, did you forget it at home?

“Looking for this?”

The cold voice sent a shiver down your spine, you slowly turning back, afraid of what evil gaze awaited you. You gulped as you saw his angular facial structure, his cheekbones pertruding as he held your english book in his hand, the arms of the white school uniform shirt being rolled up just enough to show off his blinged out watch, veins softly trailing upwards on his flexed arms.

You nodded to which Felix scoffed. Sighing you stood up, standing at the side of his desk and all of a sudden throwing yourself over it in a quest of snatching it from his grasp but failing epically, you falling down onto the floor, scraping your knees on the rough wooden flooring of the classroom. You try to stand up but was quickly stopped by Felix grabbing your face with his other hand, his wrists decked out with multiple delicate chains, all jingling with his movements.

Meeting his gaze made your skin crawl, his eyes almost animalistic as he looked deep into your innocent doe-eyes, smirking. His blonde hair falling on each side of his face, framing it like a renaissance painting since his stoic features was art in itself. Your eyes lingered a bit too long on Felix’s making the boy annoyed, before you knew it a clear liquid was spilling down your cheek, that not being tears but instead Felix’s spit. You flinch back as he waves the book infront of your face, tears jerking in the corner of your glossy eyes due to the humiliation, your other classmates forming a circle around the two of you, unable to do anything since that could mean the end of them.

“You want this, you want it so bad? What’s that angel? You’re gonna cry?”

He crouches as your gaze lowers to the floor, hair hanging infront of your face as a shield from his degrading words as the tears started pouring out of you like water, mixing with Felix’s saliva. He laughs psychotically, the cold laughter echoing in the classroom, tiny specs of dusty floating around like bubbles in a fizzy drink. The bold boy puts down the book on the floor behind him before he raises his hand, you shutting your eyes tightly, expecting the worst but being surprised as his hand laces in your disheveled locks. He pushes a strand of hair behind your flushed ear, leaning in close enough for you to feel his breath hit the shell of your ear.

“I’m gonna give it to you,,, but I want something in return”

You snap your head up to look at him, your eyes wide open, eyebrows hightened.

“W-what do you want?” you say, only for him to hear.

Felix hums, running his tongue in the inside on his cheek before speaking in a low voice.

“You”

You choked on your own spit, coughing as you turned away from him. You could hear his laugh ringing in your ears and after your coughing fit you turned back hastily, eyes as big as saucers. This couldn’t be true, this couldn’t be what you though it was. In sheer panic you once again tried to snatch the book, crawling on the floor like a bug in order to snake around his back to have a chance to grab the corner of plastic outside of the textbook but being met with disappointment when Felix slammed his foot on it, you retracting your hand after being mere inches away from his shoe. The boy tsked.

“I expect you at the school gate by the end of the day and if you don’t show up you’re gonna pay for it, understood angel?”

You nod, just nod. No words or mimicks. Simply a nod. His intimidation wiping the entire alphabet from your mind.

He stands up, grabbing the book and throwing it at you before exiting the classroom, a evil smirk plastered on his face. The sharp gazes of other students around you made you want to escape but you couldn’t, class was starting in 2 minutes.

♡

The sun shone it’s rays on your face, students exiting through the wide white metal gates. You ran your hand through your hair, pulling the straps of your backpack impatiently at you looked left to right, seeing the flowers blossom out in the rather windy weather. Suddenly your wrist was grabbed by a hand wider than yours.

It was Felix.

His closeness made you gulp loudly, a lump nestling into your stomach as you felt your anxiety rise, scared of what he might do to you even if you did find him strangely attractive even though he was a complete asshole. But who didn’t? The entire school was ready to give up their life in order to even be this close to the boy, girls and boys alike. You shook your head, wanting to get rid of the silly thoughts that clouded your mind. Only after minutes did you realise that your legs moved on their own, you being dragged by Felix, his hand still on your wrist.

“W-where are we going?” you inquired, the wind blowing on the blonde pierced boy, his angelic hair bouncing with every step.

“Don’t worry about it” he said, not speaking a single more word during the entire time he held your wrist and walked with you in the spring weather.

All of a sudden the two of you were standing infront of the tea shop, you lifting your head to glance upwards at your dusty window that was right above the tiny wooden sign that said “Tea Shop”, swinging rustily back and forward. Felix retrieves a key, unlocking the corrodated wooden door, the color matching the sign above.

“Wh- how do you know-”

Felix hushes you, closing the door behind you before throwing the keys on the counter.

“I don’t care about what you have to say. My father owns this place and I usually hang around here whenever it’s closed.”

“Do you work here?” you asked with a voice filled with curiosity.

Felix starts laughing his signature laugh, it being laced with nothing but iniquity.

“Work? Do you think I need to work? I’m the only child of a wealthy family, I’m pretty much settled for life”

You nervously look down at the floor, only being in the tea shop a couple of times before it was closed for business.

“Well,,, I know that your father owns this place, I live in the apartment just above so-”

You were quickly cut of by Felix slamming his hand on the table, standing behind the checkout counter and leaning over it with his two arms as pedestals.

“Why?”

You looked at him confused before your eyes gazed across the wall of glas cabinets displaying their finest china. Teapots with squiggly handles, painted with the utmost attention to detail, the colors of the scenes painted contrasting nicely with the eggshell white background. Small lamps were installed above each teapot, illuminating the work of art even more.

“Why what?” you said back, still in trance from the beauty of the teapots.

“Why do you live alone?” His eyebrows raised.

“I never said that!”

“y/n, that apartment is barely enough for a fucking mouse, there’s no way you could live there with someone else”

Damn, how did he know that? You had no other choice but to nod timidly, curling your hand into a fist.

“Don’t have the best relationship with my parents and since they aren’t wealthy like yours I have to do my best to find a way to support myself” you spat out at him, annoyed at his many questions.

“Touché” Felix said shortly, shrugging his shoulders.

After a long moment of silence the blonde boy spoke again;

“Let’s make a deal, I’ll get you a job here and I’ll join you but only because you’re stupid and need my help, not because I want to be here”

Your eyes light up, like an excited child you dash toward the counter and place your hands near Felix’s, looking at him with twinkling eyes.

“Really? You would do that?”

Felix nods.

“But don’t get too excited, you haven’t paid your end of the deal yet”

“Tell me! I’ll do anything, I promise!” you says quickly, smiling widely at Felix’s deadpan face.

“Suck me off”

Your previously bright smile faded in a matter of seconds, now turning into pure confusion.

“Wh-what? I can’t do that! Are you crazy?!”

Felix scoffs, walking towards the door in a cocky manner with his black backpack over his shoulder, wearing black ripped jeans that were strictly banned in school but no longer warned to Felix by the teachers. The schools logo embroidered on the white flowy shirt that was unbuttoned, exposing his brand name t-shirt.

Just in time you managed to block the door, his lips inches from yours as he sighed, smirking down at you.

“I’ll do it! I will do it!”

You blurted out, you had no other choice but to do it. Seeking other jobs had been impossible since you were only a student without any work experience, not having many other skills other than procrastinating and sleeping. You needed this in order to survive. You needed him.

The boy pushed you against the entrance door, placing his forehead against yours.

“Of course you will” Felix whispered in a voice deeper than the ocean, causing you to helplessly gulp and drop down on your knees, them hitting the floor with a thump. His small but veiny hands reached for his belt, unbuckling it in a swift motion, metal hitting each other. You were lost deep in thoughts, simply staring at his crotch whilst rethinking your every life decision. Wondering how on earth you got to this point, soon having your mouth stuffed with your bully’s dick.

Thank god that he was at least hot.

Felix popped his dick over the band of his underwear and as if you hadn’t had enough surprises today one last one awaited you. A silver metal barbell lodged right beneath his pretty red tip, his dick already hard as he gave it a couple of pumps. Your mouth fell agape, cheeks heating up as you struggled to keep a straight face. Felix being the tease he is had to comment;

“What? Bigger than you thought?”

You scoffed from his boldness, not believing your ears.

“N-no! Get over yourself you ass”

“Enough talking princess” Felix said in a deep voice, rubbing the tip of his leaking cock on your plushy lips, them being coated with a layer of saliva from you repeatedly lickning them out of nervousness.

There was a moment of awkwardness, you not being sure where to place your hands before you grabbed the base of his girthy dick, pursing your lips and latching them onto the tip, sinking down gradually in order to not choke immedietly, not wanting to embarrass yourself even more than you already had.

Felix let out a strained groan at the sensation, you feeling the cold metal as you flattened your tongue, licking a fat strap on the underside of his cock earning yet another groan. The blonde laced his fingers in your hair, tugging on it slightly in order to control the sinful sounds dripping out of his mouth. You whimpered against his dick, there barely being any room to breath as your nose was hovering just above his abdomen, impressed by your own gag reflex but that didn’t last long, Felix now shoving your head down his length, making you choke.

“Wow, is there anything you can do right? Can’t even suck me off properly”

You can only hum in response, sending shivers down Felix’s spine from the vibrations, the boy feeling the knot in his stomach tightening. The hair flies in front of you face as you bob your head down his cock that was equally as veiny as his decked out arms, feeling the metal hitting your bottom teeth a couple of times. Tears teased the corners of your eyes as you were throat deep on Felix’s member, your hands slightly sweaty from the butterflies in your stomach. Eventually Felix started to weaken in your grasp, small grunts escaping him as you hollowed your cheeks, mascara staining your heated cheeks.

“f-fuck,,,yes just like that,,ah-”

Luckily for the both of you the shop was located in a rather desolate area of town therefore no bypassers saw the scandalous view through the door that was decorated with a small foggged window. But did Felix care? Not really, the boy was bold enough to get sucked off in public if the opportunity presented itself.

You looked up at him with the most innocent eyes you could muster, spit starting to dribble down your chin and landing on your skirt, forming slightly saturated patches on the fabric from the wetness. The blonde boys useless comments didn’t make it any easier to withstand this agonizing process.

“Ah,,, never thought I would be seeing you like this, thought I had degraded you enough but this is just another level of humiliation, isn’t it y/n?”

The hand that was previously tangled in your hair was now moved to your stained cheek, him carefully swiping his thumb across the warm skin but you furrowed your eyebrows, swatting his hand away causing him to scoff before being interupted by his own loud moan, you pulling off and kitten licking his tip, coaxing his impending orgasm.

It didn’t take long before the boy was shutting his eyes tightly, his jaw slacking as a last low vibrational growl ringed in your ears, his eyes still piercing yours while the thick white liquid spilled out of him, coating the metal bar and seeped into your mouth, your dry lips now getting a coat of clear gloss, the rest dripping down onto the floor and your dark colored skirt.

You shook your head as you looked around the shop, not wanting to spit out his salty seed right on the floor but Felix simply shook his head back at you, grabbing your face gently.

“Swallow”

Goosebumps erupted on your skin from his intimidating voice, as if you’d been cast under a spell you nod, swallowing the droplets of cum harshly, the sound of your loud gulp causing Felix to hum and with a smile, ruffle your hair before zipping himself up and running a hand through his own hair, exposing his forehead for just a bit. You stand up on your own, legs wobbling as you don’t even expect the rude boy to help.

“You start tomorrow after school, my father will only be happy to know that someone actually want’s to work in this shithole. I’ll join you but once again, not because I want to but because your stupid head will mess everything up.”

You nod, only now noticing how scruffy the rest of the teashop looked, moving boxes piling up like the dust in the windowsills. You jerked your head to the side, eyes wandering all over the place, everywhere from the wittering plants to the miscellaneous stacks of files.

The both of you step out of the dusty shop, the cool air hitting your cheek, now remembering the makeup that was running down it. Without saying a word Felix tries to escape but you stop him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t turn around, staring at the road ahead of him.

“Thank you”

You whisper out, your hair fluttering in the wind, feeling yourself getting emotional from his seemingly sweet gesture. Felix starts walking, the sound of his footsteps getting fainter as the disappears down the sunny asphalt road, leaving you standing infront of the shop before you go behind the shop, entering your burrow of an apartment.

♡

You walk to the teashop in the floral spring weather, wondering where Felix had been all day since he wasn’t in school this wednesday where lectures went in half speed. Arriving at the shop everything was surprisingly closed. You peeked into the window, standing on your toes as if that would improve your vision but gave up quickly after, only seeing the scene from yesterday, the same old piles of rubbish.

A light tap threw you off guard, you yelping and jerking away before noticing the blonde hair, Felix greeting you with a jingle of keys in his hand.

“Wanna have the honors? I mean, it is your first day after all”

You respond with a small “yes” before grabbing the keys from his hand and unlocking the entrance to the stuffy teashop, coughing as you step in from the dust that twirled all around the two of you. You walked over to the sad plants that were placed haphazardly in the windowsill, swiping your finger over the leafs and closely examining the dust that rubbed off, blowing it away softly before turning to Felix that was nearing the pile of random files.

“Looks like we have a bunch of work to do before we can actually brew tea”

He didn’t smile, visibly annoyed. Felix went into the back, behind the beaded curtain he retrieved a bucket of cleaning supplies.

“You mop the floors, I’ll clean some of the heavy stuff away”

Felix said, his voice still in that notorious deep tone.

“Not fair? There’s not even a mop which means I’ll have to do it by hand?”

Felix scoffed, throwing a old rag at you before turning around and grabbing a moving box filled with god knows what. You sigh, grabbing the bucket and emptying the contents, the brushes and strangly colored bottles of cleaning solution spreading across the counter before you went behind the beaded curtain, being met by a murky kitchen that hadn’t been cleaned in what seemed like forever. You sighed, looking around and opening cabinets only to be met with half broken porcelain and cobwebs, the shelf at the top displaying a multitude of metal cans filled with loose tea that had probably gone tasteless. With a disgusted face you close the cabinet, instead filling up the bucket with water and adding dishsoap in lack of other cleaning substance.

Hours ticked by, Felix sighing and huffing out of annoyance when carrying out and sorting through countless boxes while you cleaned the floor and dusted every corner, the shop transforming right before your eyes. The two of you eventually ended up in the kitchen, you observing every cup for cracks and disposing of those that showed just that as Felix was washing those that you thought looked presentable. Felix tried his best to not drop the cups despite his slippery fingers in a pathetic attempt at trying to do the dishes, it was clear that he had never in his life had to do this which made you roll your eyes, thinking about the boiling anger you had at this pompous and spoiled boy.

“Do you like living alone y/n? ”

The question was rather unexpected, making you choke on your own saliva. Never in your life had you thought that he cared about you. You shrugged your shoulders, wanting to appear unbothered.

“y-yeah, I wanted to be more responsible, I mean we are adults soon and nothing is served on a silver platter but I wouldn’t expect you to know.”

Felix smirked, seeing right through your lie but choosing to not taunt you. You felt vulnerable from the question but instead of continuing the awkward silence you wanted to get to know him better, maybe he wasn’t such a dick after all, maybe his tough guy personality was only a facade?

“What’s with that piercing?” you said, pointing at his groin with your chin making Felix laugh, getting shy from your question but snapping back to his cold outer self.

“It was a bet and as you can see I lost” he scoffed before continuing, “wanna see?”

Your eyes widened, cheeks heating up before stammering out;

“N-no, Felix you’re disgusting!” you say in desperation for an answer but Felix only laughs even more, almost annoying you.

“Well it wasn’t so disgusting when you were sucking me off, have you forgotten babygirl? Maybe I should teach you your place again.”

You gulped, not answering but instead just staring at him, a cup frozen in your hand as Felix locks his eyes with your, tilting his head in a cocky manner. You harshly place the cup down, storming out into the area where racks upon racks displayed the many tea sorts that were stashed away somewhere in the shop, Felix retrieving them earlier in the day. You start sorting through them, seeing a paper with orders on a clipboard and deciding to check the different kinds. Everything from oolong to pu’er to herbal was lined up in both teabags or loose tea leafs and surprisingly Felix did a good job, everything displayed in pretty and uniform lines. Before you could put a dash for a variety of tea that was missing. Felix sticks his head in between the beaded strings of the curtain, his eyes twinkling.

“Want some tea?”

For the first time he seemed cute. Not scary or intimidating, just cute. By the way his blonde locks fell infront of his face to the way his earrings were jingling, fading out to his angular facial structure.

You nod shyly, placing the clipboard on a random shelf before scooting over to the kitchen, seeing that Felix had placed out a white teapot with cobalt blue details, a floral pattern that contradicted to the eggshell white base. On the counter stood a small brown paperbag with black tea and right next to it a small tray of white sugarcubes.

“This seems awfully complicated for making tea” you say, looking at the red kettle boiling on the stove, there not being an electric kettle in this old establishment.

“What you expect? That I’ll be satisfied with you serving some watered down tea from a teabag? There’s a process you know.”

“Wow, and this is coming from Lee Felix? The son of a rich man and also the schools scumbag?”

Felix snaps his towards you, previously looking at the piping hot kettle. He licked the inside of his cheek, exhaling sharply through his nose, turning his cheek towards his shoulder, a momentary pop being heard before he looked at you with his dark eyes.

“I’m being nice, take that to your advantage and I’ll break your kneecaps”

You nodded and he smiled, astonished by the duality of this man.

“Are you just gonna stand there? Come closer”

You stepped closer to the counter, your breath hitching when you felt Felix’s chest again your back, his hands leaning against the counter and trapping you between the two. You swallowed harshly, eyes darting over the various equipment needed to make a simple cup of tea.

“Open the tea pot maybe?”

Felix said, sighing. You feeling his warm breath against the outer shell of your ear, his voice sounding even more dangerous when it was right beside you. You grabbed the blue detailed teapot and opened it, only to see a metal strainer already a part of the pot. Doubtfully you grabbed the little packet of loose leaf tea, removing and placing down the clip that was hindering it’s aroma from escaping the luxurious leafs. The fragrence of the tea hit your senses, the smell almost addictive.

“What tea is this?”

You said, turning the bag in you hand, looking for any type of lettering that would bring you closer to an answer.

“Russian earl grey. It contains bergamot orange making it more pungent”

You hummed, being to scared to turn around and face him, you now zoning out whilst your eyes were stuck on the awfully colored tiles on the kitchen wall.

“You’re supposed to drink it y/n, not smell it”

Felix stated causing you to snap out and notice that you’ve been holding the bag to your nose, scrunching your nose ever so often.

“Oh yeah,,, right,,, sorry. How much should I put in?”

You say, tilting the bag and slowly watching dark colored particles spill into the metal strainer. Felix slowly put his hand on yours, tilting the bag even more. You could feel your heart in your throat, your hands starting to sweat from his close proximity. His hand was warm for such a cold person.

“It’s supposed to fill up one third of the strainer, remember that”

You mewled out a quiet “yes” as he put the bag down, removing his hand from yours. The next step was obvious, filling up the tea pot with hot water. Just as you were about to grab the black handle of the shiny red kettle Felix smacked your hand away, him grabbing it instead.

“It’s hot and I can’t trust someone as stupid as you with it”

“I can grab a kettle you know? I’m not that weak-”

“Shut it”

You pressed your lips shut as Felix pressed himself against your back, carefully reaching and pouring in the steaming water and seeing the water droplets diffuse up into the atmosphere. He carefully put the lid back on the pot and backed away as he put the kettle back on the stove, turning it off.

“What do we do now?”

You asked, turning around and leaning your butt against the cold counter.

“We wait for 5 minutes, the steeping time is different for different teas, you’ll have to learn them when working here.”

You nod attentively, staring down at your shoes and turning your heels against the dark wooden floorboards.

“I wanna change the deal y/n”

Your head shot up to the blonde boy, him standing close by in all his glory, not wearing his school uniform but instead a black t-shirt, of course having a obnoxiously loud designer logo in the front just like the belt that was resting on top of his black slacks. His bracelets jingled everytime he moved his hands, this time wearing dainty silver rings to match with his wristwatch and shining piercings.

“W-what why? Are you gonna fire me?”

Blood was boiling in your veins, not knowing his intentions yet but knowing that they were just as sinister as the boy himself. Before you knew it his lips were attached on yours.

Your heart skipped a beat, knuckles whitening as you held onto the counter from sheer panic. His lips were softer than expected, pressing gently as he tilted his head, his eyelashes feathering over his closed lids. His hands traveled up your clothed body, exploring every inch of you. The soft sound of lips smacking against each other ignited a feeling deep in your core. You were pushed closer to the edge of the counter, his body so close, leaving you with no choice but to jump up on the metal surface. The coldness radiated through the thin fabric of your pleated skirt, hitting your aching cunt that was already dripping from Felix’s simple actions, his daunting aura clouding your mind with sinful thoughts.

“I’ll raise your pay if you fuck me, please y/n”

He whispers against your plush lips. You hummed, hesitating before slowly nodding, not being able to think clear with your heart beating like it’s about to protrude from your chest. He smiles slyly before reattaching his lips onto yours, his wet and sharp tongue running over your swollen bottom lip, desperatly wanting to taste your tongue. Your lips parted as you moaned into the kiss, giving him the perfect opportunity to pry himself into your mouth, the kiss getting sloppier, Felix growing needier as the seconds on the large clock on top of the door frame ticked. The blonde boy placed himself inbetween your legs, his veiny hands placed on your knees, seperating your already shivering legs. Without knowing what you were doing you cupped Felix’s cheeks, feeling the sharpness of his jaw against your soft hands.

Why did you pull him closer? He’d hurt you so bad in the past, everyday was living hell because of him and his deeds. A lightheadedness hit you as memories scrolled past your consciousness. Memories still painful, tender as open wounds. But for him you could forgive anything. Forget, just to see him smile at you.

His cologne was strangely addictive, the musky smell mixed with the scent of his soft sunkissed skin. You moaned softly against his lips as his fingers traced lightly over your exposed panties, the skirt already folded up your thighs. He hummed in delight, feeling the soaked fabric sticking against your pulsating cunt.

“I’ve waited for this for so long y/n”

You looked at him with confusion in your glossy eyes. Waited, for you?

Within a matter of seconds his fingers pushed aside the wet patch of fabric shielding you from the cold air, only to insert a finger inside of your desperate hole causing you to gasp. A second finger joined close by and Felix groaned, feeling your tight walls around his glistening digits. You had so many questions but not enough power to say them without stuttering.

“W-waited for,,, m-me?”

His fingers curled upwards as you finished your sentence causing you to grip his wrist, the squelching sound of your pussy pleasing the blonde boy as he pumped his fingers into you relentlessly.

“That’s how I get attention. You aren’t impressed by materialistic things so I did what I had to”

You couldn’t believe your ears. All that to get your attention? He succeeded but he would never understand the emotions you went through because of him. The hatered you thought would never melt away suddenly did, you becoming nothing more but a whimpering mess from his touch.

A thump was heard from your head hitting the cupboard, the pleasure firing through your body as your small cries echoed throughout the small kitchen. A sudden feeling of emptiness caused you to sigh in both relief and frustration. Your previously shut eyes slowly drifted open, panicked when you see Felix unbuckling his belt, letting both the fabric of his pants and underwear fall to the dim floor.

Somehow his leaking cock looked prettier this time around, the shiny piercing distracting to the eye. Your mouth watered embarrassingly enough, turning your gaze to the ticking clock until Felix cleared his throat, his adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed his spit. He looked nervous which was unfamilliar, the boy always being persistant with his cocky mannerisms. Felix pulled you closer to the edge of the counter, your face heating up as your legs were spread wide open for him. There was nowhere you could hide your flushed face and Felix took this to his advantage.

“Huh? Shy, babygirl?”

You gulped as you watched him stroke himself, the crimson colored tip disappearing only to reappear seconds later. Your eyes shut tightly as he moved the slick-stained panties to the side, anticipating to be filled to the brim from his impressive size. Mouth agape, Felix pushed into your wet hole, your hands gripping his broad shoulder in order to hinder a loud moan.

“fuck y/n,,, you’re so tight, s-shit”

You couldn’t answer, still adjusting your velvety walls around him. As the pain subsided your core ached for friction, needing to feel him deep inside of you. Your arms wrapped around the boy, pulling him closer to your heated body making him smirk slyly before carefully pulling away, only his tip resting inside of you. Just as you were about to sigh due to emptiness he slammed inside of you, your entire body shaking from the impact. Panting, you begged for more, begging for him to go faster.

“F-felix! faster,,, please”

Your warm face was buried deep in his shoulder, his slightly cold hands gripping your hips tightly, starting to roll against your throbbing cunt earning small mewls from between your swollen lips. The counter creaked with each thrust that grew louder as his pace got faster, feeling your delicate walls clench around his veiny length, his silver earrings dangling from his lobes. Felix explored parts of your body even you hadn’t felt, his dick prodding you deep enough to make your eyes roll back into your skull, biting down on his shirt.

The sound of skin slapping echoed in the room, your weakening legs wrapping around his figure, trapping him inside of you but the blonde boy had no plans of stopping. Sweat beaded around his temples, his previously serious expressing turning into a grin as he adored your moans, words falling out in incomprehensible syllables. You were close and so was Felix.

The pit of fire grew violent deep in your core, holding the young boy tighter to your body, clawing his clothed back. Every thrust had it’s impact, shaking you up and forcing shameless moans out from your throat that were being muffled by the fabric between your lips. The two of you moaned in unison, Felix’s deep mutters getting louder, his vicious thrusts becoming sloppier and uneven, desperate for his sweet release. You clenched around him involuntarily, trying to hold back from screaming, glad that your warm face was between his shoulder and neck so that he couldn’t see your fucked out expression. His name rolled off your tongue like a mantra, mind blank as your eyes were squeezed shut.

“Felix, i-im gonna c-cum! im-m cumming!”

The wall seperating you from your orgasm collapsed, leaving you with a powerful sensation washing over you. Your legs shook, struggling to keep your legs wrapped around him but soon enough you wouldn’t have to. Felix thrusted into you one final time, sending a shiver down your spine and overstimulating you before pulling out, his dick glistening with your erotic juices as he fucked his hand, hot spurts of cum leaking out. He growled, scrunching his forehead as he released on your shaking thighs, one last droplet of cum descending down his shaft and coating the shiny piercing that decorated his pretty cock.

You panted, still processing what just happened, looking at Felix that unwrapped his hand from around his member, dick turning flaccid. You lifted yourself off the counter, only then realising how weak your legs were, not letting go of the surface you just fucked on.

“Is this a one time thing or,,,”

You start, not really knowing what to say afterwards. Felix cleared his throat, putting on his pants as you fixed your dark skirt, back against the boy.

“Let’s be friends”

You turned around, gazing at Felix as he looked down at the grimy floor.

“I’ll stop,,, bothering you, now we’re friends,,, with benefits but it’s a secret, understand?”

Every sentence this man spoke sounded serious with his deep voice but this was serious, for real.

“Why should I? Why should I agree, Felix? So that you can play around with me even more, make me your little shy puppet? I’m not having it!!”

You yelled at the boy, his expression deadpan as you hit him in the abdomen, instantly regretting it as your knuckles hit his rock hard abs. Frustration clouded your mind, wanting to break every single piece of porcelain in the narrow kitchen. Instead you broke yourself apart. Crying in front of Felix like you’d done so many times before, dropping to the floor and feeling the cold material against your bare thigh. This feeling, so familiar. Felix gazing down on you like you we’re worth nothing more than the ground.

Only this time he didn’t only stand and stare.

His arms wrapped around your quivering figure, his embrace warmer than his face.

“I’m sorry, y/n”

His voice shook as the silence overtook the both of you, the quiet ticking of the clock interupting.

“Hm? Look at me, y/n”

Felix pulled away from you, sitting on the floor next to you, watching your head hang low as he gently put a hand on your jaw, lifting your gaze up to meet his.

“I’m fucking stupid, I know. I shouldn’t have hurt you like that but,,, I didn’t know how- how to get closer to you.”

He swiped the rough pad of his thumb across your cheek, wiping your tears.

“I will never hurt you ever again, y/n. We- we can work here and just,,, do stuff.”

You knew exactly what he meant by “stuff” but somehow you trusted him. You trusted him because you had no one else to trust.

“But one rule” he said.

You tilted your head, wondering what his rule was.

“No falling in love”

You hummed, nodding as you wiped your tearstained cheeks with the sleeves of your shirt, cracking a smile at your own vulnerability. Felix stood up and you looked up at him, feeling small but not afraid.

“So what do you say, y/n?”

He offered you his hand, you couldn’t stop looking into his secretive eyes that slowly turned mellow.

You grabbed his hand, passing it as a yes to his question.

But the both of you knew that the rule would be broken soon, like the brittle edge of a teacup.

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You kind of already did 31 but pleaseeeeeeee

these ficlets keep getting longer ffs this is 2k

31. One is a sex worker, the other is a client AU

anakin's had his turn as a sex worker in my writing so it's Obi-Wan this time, paired with Vaderkin and i made it more dark than I thought would happen whoops but. warnings are: probably bordering extremely dubious consent even though no sex happens and this is just the lead up. a brief reference to underage sex work, though absolutely nothing comes of it. and vaderkin being a bit creepy.

There is a saying among the workers at the Establishment: if the imperial palace calls for you, you should hope the person that is displayed next to you is prettier.

Obi-Wan has never bought into prayers of any kind and this saying is only ever said with something akin to a worshipful dread. Still, when Ahsoka drapes a cloak of red around his shoulders and whispers those words to him—“May the others be your betters”—he thinks for a second about the nature of prayer and of hope and the futility of both in this galaxy.

“Don’t worry, little ‘Soka,” he smiles from under the cloak’s hood. “I’m sure it’s just a mistake.” He is, after all, one of the oldest workers here, makes most of his money these days tending bar and running the front desk, called in to serve mostly for virgin customers who want a gentler and more experienced hand to guide them in the art of pleasure. He doesn’t think any of the words could be used to describe the Emperor Vader, can’t see the imposing black-suited man interested in the art of pleasure.

Ahsoka can’t look him in the eye, but she hugs him tightly as he boards the shuttle that will take him to the Palace.

The ride there is quiet. Obi-Wan tries to avoid as many glances from the other people as he gives to them. Most of them are young, human. He seems to be the only male above 40. His chances are good.

Maybe he hadn’t been lying to Ahsoka. Maybe, truly, his name being included on the list had been a mistake

Something inside him hesitates though. He’d been out in the Upper levels a week ago, making his way home after one of his rare appointments with an old client turned friend. A child had fallen into the path of a small parade of speeders. A correctional officer had raised a whip. Obi-Wan had reacted on instinct, catching its lash with his forearm. The child had run off. Obi-Wan had stayed. He’d raised his head just enough, eons later, to see the durasteel outside of the largest speeder pass by his prone form, just enough to see the Imperial crest on its hull. Just for long enough to see a glint of a yellow eye from the window.

Bacta had treated his wounds, but his mind had not allowed him to rest easily, caught up in the memory of that eye--had he imagined the interest? Had he imagined it all?

And so to hear his name called tonight--the first calling since The Incident--had felt like the confirmation of all of his most unfounded fears.

Would tonight be the night he died? He had lived a long life. A rough one. Perhaps it is time.

Still, in the back of his head, a selfish, utterly human part of him whispered, may the others be your betters.

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Those chosen do, often, come back. Sometimes they do not. Mostly they do. Obi-Wan has never truly decided which of these fates is the worse one. Those who survive don’t say anything for days on end, their eyes blank as they stare forward. Their bruises, if they are there, are easy to heal. But something is always wrong with their minds afterwards. And those who don’t come back...well. It’s hard to say what happens to them, where they go. Far away or down below.

Obi-Wan is forced to his knees in between a moderately aged female Togruta and a fairly young teenager. The boy is shaking. He can’t be more than sixteen.

They’re in the Entrance Hall. Obi-Wan has never been here before, but he supposes it makes sense. There will be one person who ventures further into the Palace. The rest will be dismissed out the doors that just shut. No need to bring the scum further in than they have to.

Distantly, like a funeral drum, Obi-Wan can hear the sound of feet falling, making their way closer. Just a single pair. He wants to look up, to watch the Emperor--because it has to be the Emperor--approach, but there’s a Guard behind him, holding his head down.

The footsteps are close now. There’s only ten of them--sometimes, Obi-Wan has heard that there can be as many as twenty or thirty--so the line is short. Vader paces quietly from the first to the last person, before stopping in the middle. Obi-Wan can just see the black of his boots if he flicks his eyes as far as they can go to the left. The boy next to him lets out a muffled sob. Obi-Wan wishes he could offer the kid some sort of comfort, some sort of reassurance that the Emperor will choose one of the other workers, a body more desirable than either of theirs, but there are no words to describe the guilty relief of a suffering passed onto someone else.

On some sort of invisible signal, the Guard behind Obi-Wan wrenches his head back by the hold he has on both the silken hood and his own hair. It’s far from comfortable, tilted so far back. The message is obvious. Submission is not optional. Respect will be shown through any means necessary.

Obi-Wan tries to keep the hulking form of Vader in his eyesight, even though to see ahead of him he has to close his eyes almost completely because of the angle. It’s impossible to see anything from the chest up, but he can still hear. Loud, mechanical breathing fills the halls. Vader stops at each person for no longer than five seconds before he continues down the line. Obi-Wan holds his breath, waiting for his turn. Does he turn his head as much as he can, to try and accentuate the gray at his temples? Does he lower his eyes?

He doesn’t, in the end, do either. Vader is wearing a mask, completely covering his face. He doesn’t even look human, except for the way he cocks his head slightly as he stares down at Obi-Wan. He feels flayed, just under the single look, but he can’t turn away either. He glowers up at him. Five seconds pass. Vader should be moving on by now. The fact that he hasn’t fills Obi-Wan with the sort of fear he’s only felt a handful of times in his life.

“This one,” Vader says through a voice modulator. Obi-Wan closes his eyes in defeat, thinks of Little Ahsoka back at the Establishment, thinks of what she’ll think if he doesn’t make it home.

But the boy next to him bursts into sobs and Obi-Wan opens his eyes to see that Vader’s hand isn’t pointing to him at all, but instead just to his right.

But Vader’s face is still pointed directly at Obi-Wan though, head still cocked. The question is as clear as if he actually spoke the words aloud. What will you do about this?

What will he do? What can he do? It’s the street from a week ago all over. A child is in danger. How can Obi-Wan ever live with himself if he doesn’t at least try to throw himself on the blade?

“No!” he says before he can think it through. The Guard behind him jerks his hair back roughly in punishment, but the monster in front of him runs two gloved fingers down his cheek, the pantomime of a lover’s caress. “Me instead. Choose me.”

“Quiet,” the Guard hisses to him, making him wince with the ferocity of the yank he gives his hair. Obi-Wan pants open-mouthed as he tries to think of an argument, of a single reason why the Emperor should not get what he wants, should settle for a washed up whore instead of a younger model. All he can think of is the moral justifications of it, and he’s not sure Vader would care for that line of reasoning.

“I’m asking,” he blurts out. The fingers pause from where they’ve been absent-mindedly touching his beard. “When has anyone ever asked?”

The Emperor takes a step back and seems to consider Obi-Wan, what he has to offer. He tries to preen, to throw his shoulders back and sit back on his heels to show off his body, but it’s hard when the Guard hasn’t let up on his hair. In fact the grip gets even tighter as the man behind him snorts a common insult.

A second later, the hand and the pressure disappear. Obi-Wan falls forward automatically at his sudden release. He scrambles away instinctively, even if that means closer to Vader. Vader who has his hand raised out in front of him clenching his gloved fist tight. Obi-Wan looks behind him at the guard who had held him. The man is scrabbling at his throat. Obi-Wan knows already it will be a futile effort. With Vader distracted by his execution, he turns to check on the boy. He’s looking down, refusing to make eye contact.

Probably for the better.

The Guard falls to the floor. The other nine Guards don’t move at all. Obi-Wan supposes there’s no room for loyalty in a galaxy like this.

“Come,” Vader says, running a hand through his hair. It’s a surprisingly gentle touch, seeing as that hand just took someone else’s life.

Slowly, Obi-Wan rises to his feet and follows behind him, through the twisting halls of the Imperial Palace. He thinks anyone could get lonely here if they have no one to keep them company. It’s so big. Obi-Wan shares his room with three other people, and he frets if one of them is still gone by the time he falls asleep.

This much space would drive anyone mad for another’s touch.

He blinks at himself, incredulous. Is he actually trying to feel compassion for the Emperor? Is it actually working?

The Emperor flings open a pair of elaborate doors without touching them, and suddenly Obi-Wan’s in the bedchambers of the most powerful man on the planet. And to think, he’s wearing mismatched and terribly darned socks.

He resolves to not ask Vader for permission to do anything with his own body for the entire night. He sits on the edge of the bed and watches as Vader takes off his cape and his gloves.

“Would you like to know my prices before or after?” He asks as cooly as possible.

“Your price is that it’s you here and not the boy.”

“Would you have wanted the boy?” Obi-Wan can’t hide the disgust in his tone.

“No,” the Emperor says succinctly. “But I did want to know what you would do. If you really were the same man as the one in the street.”

Obi-Wan’s breath catches in his throat. “Why would you want to know that?”

“There’s so little good left in the galaxy. It’s fascinating that so much is concentrated in you.” Vader reaches up to unlatch his mask. A cascade of golden curls falls out.

He huffs. The Emperor of the Galactic Empire thinks there’s not enough good in the galaxy. It’s at the very least ironic. “It’s a greedy galaxy, your Imperial Majesty--”

The Emperor turns around to face him, helmet still held in his hands. Obi-Wan is surprised to learn he’s just a man. An attractive man, certainly, young and almost pretty with a perfect arch to his lips and a roguish scar cutting through a thick eyebrow. If he had been one of Obi-Wan’s workers, he’d have taken him under his wing, tried to protect him from the clients who would have paid extra to rough up that face.

He was saying something. Obi-Wan had meant to say something else. Oh. Right. “Good cannot be bought.”

The man in front of him--was it really Vader?--smiles, but it doesn’t reach his yellow eyes. “No,” he purrs, discarding his helmet and stalking forward. “But you can.”

#asks #tw: dubious consent #obikin #my fics #vaderkin #prompt fill

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spacewizardtrek · 3 years

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WARNING: This post will ruin you. Like Medusa; look at your peril.

But here is is. It’s the one you’ve all been waiting for.

Kirk bod appreciation #7: The RIDICULOUSLY BEAUTIFUL FACE. A highly technical and academic review.

This is a rather nebulous one. And not, on the face of it (pardon the pun) very philosophical, as it’s essentially about Kirk being stupidly pretty. This post probably will (it will) descend into just screaming and sobbing, but there will be, I promise, *some* meaningful insight into the meaning of ‘beauty’ and textual analysis of its role herein.

Beauty is subjective. But look at him. It’s not just being aesthetic, but it’s the *way* he’s aesthetic. Here I might repeat myself a bit, but stay with me. I may have mentioned before once hearing him described as ‘beautiful in the way women are often described as beautiful’. He is PRETTY. He is indeed often conveyed in the way the women stereotypically (not necessarily rightly) are on screen: perfect, smooth skin; soft, big eyes; luscious lips (his body is sensually curvaceous and furthermore it’s emphasised). He’s not androgynous though. He’s masculine. And yet I still sense what was meant in describing him as ‘beautiful in the way women are often described as beautiful’. He is a rather uncommon form of gender fuckery. He is a form of stereotype-subversion not commonly acknowledged. He seems to be everything at once, ALL THE GENDER; combines whichever traits he desires from those categories, and yet is undeniably a man and masculine whatever the ingredients. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE, one might wonder. The fact of the matter is, that it IS. And it teaches us something.

The FUCK. nO. You are not allowed to be that pretty, and you are NOT allowed to look at her like that. We’re trying to have a SENSIBLE DISCUSSION here.

Sorry, that was a non-sequitur / nothing to do with what we learn by Kirk’s embodiment; I was just ambushed by my own gif. Only the control of a Vulcan. ONLY that could possibly withstand this onslaught. And even that won’t hold up forever AS WE WELL KNOW

God.

This is going well, as you can tell.

OK. So, it’s claimed he has Eyes and Stupidly Long Weakness-Inducing Eyelashes. You know, from all that fanfic that goes on about ‘big, sparkling eyes’ and him fanning his ‘long, copper eyelashes’. I mean, yeah right, tropey mc tropeface -

IT’S TRUE. HE IS LITERALLY AN ANIME PRINCESS.

There are some moments where he just BLINKS and, how to describe it...how does a BLINK have that effect. It’s NOT ALLOWED.

...I’m sorry. It IS allowed. All of it. I am not shaming you your beauty. Never change, Jim. Never.

OK. I’m ok. 3 pics down, we can get through this -

Oh you are joking. Stop.

I don’t understand how anyone can be so beautiful. Life is a lie. Reality is fake -

- you did NOT just turn your big anime eyes on Spock. You do know this is why he ran away to PURGE ALL HIS EMOTIONS?

And for that matter, you know when Kirk looks his most beautiful? Literally WHEN HE’S LOOKING AT SPOCK. Spock talks some bollocks and Kirk just sparkles like a fucking angel:

Unbelievable. But utterly undeniable.

Sigh. Moving on.

Oh - someone once suggested I talk about The Lips. Lips are so wonderful aren’t they. So many wonderful things they can do.

And Kirk’s. They’re there in every picture: perfect, rosy, soft and madness-inducing. My advice is just...don’t think about them. But since I’ve been asked to draw attention to them, well, you’ve just sealed your fate. Scroll down at your peril.

I WARNED YOU.

I am pulling NO punches.

I’ve seen this great meme going around:

Excuse me though....CUTE?

That’s the understatement of the 23rd century.

Try impossibly beautiful, mind and body: heart of solid gold, soul deep in love with you. Those eyes and all their passion burned into your memories a thousand times over, along with - maybe, suggestibly, idk I’m extrapolating from all the goddamn tension - even the one unforgettable time he laid between lily-white sheets and gave himself to you; every gift of the mind, body and soul - and your ostensibly-forced Vulcan conditioning, that completely ignored how incompatible one part of you was with it, caused so much dissonance that you thought the only possible course of action for you both to survive was to BREAK UP, tear yourself from this beauty and love and sweetness to PURGE ALL EMOTIONS because nothing, nothing equipped you for this; you were set up specifically to fail, and fail hard in the face of transcendental love and beauty by those who rejected such things and didn’t understand you and could never imagine this for you and who instead of helping your beautiful neurodivergent brain flourish taught you to repress and caused you pain and shame and Gol was so hard and Kirk was so sad, so very sad and depressed and hurt and yet he couldn’t stop loving you with a bond so strong he called to you across the stars and Gol was all for naught yet you still didn’t know how to live like this, it was torture, torture until the mind meld with the living machine flashed your BIOS and you knew, love.exe was suddenly running with no errors and he came after you and held you and you held hands and, and -

*sobbing*

just...give me a moment

YOU WONDER WHAT THE SUBTEXT (FRIKKIN’ MAIN TEXT) OF STAR TREK: THE MOTION PICTURE WAS ALL ABOUT???

The pain?? The angst?? The two logical entities seeking contact, love, THIS SIMPLE FEELING? That fucking moment when spock walks on the bridge and the only way he can control himself is to be SUPER Vulcan, while his love gazes at him with those EYES, fucking huge and glittering and hurt and loving?? Is it so much a mystery what memories these two are carrying, what’s behind the searing tension???????

Love him. Love him Spock. Take him in your arms and love him. He’s for you. All for you. Fucking hell guys. The fuck. This movie.

ok.

ok I can do this

CAN U NOT

those damn eyes I swear

It’s obviously not all just superficial physical beauty. What IS beauty? Narratively we do sometimes find this ‘prettiness’ enhanced and emphasized like the old vaseline lens to set the tone of a scene (he’s vulnerable and delicate, or someone’s indeed in love with him so we see their ‘lens’ on him); but it is somewhat intangible and nebulous and changeable. I don’t think aesthetic beauty, if one deems it so, on its own, would be enough for the likes of Spock (indeed, no woman could charm him thusly); it's about something deeper. It’s about who he is. Who he is inside: the beautiful AND the imperfect. How his good and bad - how his ‘all’ - chimes with Spock’s 'all’. The Enemy Within deals with this, and shows how Spock loves all of Kirk, wants him complete, with both his light and shadow. The beauty of all of us is this totality and variance, not one intangible quality.

I’ll bet Spock’s parents knew immediately. Can you imagine Sarek trying to be a total bitch over Kirk, having heard the rumours and just wanting to have one more thing to reject Spock over, immediately projecting onto Kirk as some blow-up pretty-boy and how Incredibly More Disappointing My Son Is for being Obviously In Love With Stupid Illogical Human Doll Face Bubble Butt Bimbo Captain, and Amanda’s like, stfu, let me remind you Kirk is actually a Fucking Amazing Highly Decorated Starship Captain who Saves Your Life and don’t you DARE resent him just because he’s got tits/ass/tum/lips that won’t quit and is obviously the freakin’ sun Spock orbits. Mr ‘I married a human but that was special because it was logical’ or some bullshit. How is Kirk an illogical choice? I mean literally, Spock is a Science Genius™ on the federation’s FLAGSHIP whose well-matched Genius Captain™ understands him, accepts him, brings the best out of him, helps him fulfil his whole potential and is in love with him in the deepest and purest way and will be his bonded soulmate for ALL OF TIME and that fucking sour-faced bih at the start of that ep, ffs.

Of course Amanda stays in touch with Kirk, adores the fuck out of him, sends him old Vulcan lit on t’hy’la bonds (yes sarek, a T’HY’LA bond, so revered freakin’ poets write about it) etc because frankly her son could do FAR FUCKING WORSE.

FAR. FUCKING. WORSE.

Don’t...just don’t slip the bod into the equation, the face is enough for one post. We’re all in therapy for this already, let’s not relapse.

Oh, what’s the use. I’m gonna die. This is it. This is like the Monty Python joke that is so funny it kills you. This man is lethal. I need to stop this thread and purge all my emotions

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

That’s it. I’m dead. You’re dead. We’re all dead.

I hope, however, seeing this post was worth it. See you at Gol everyone.

The Forbidden Texts, DO NOT READ:

Kirk bod appreciation #6: The Curves. The Front. The...chest. AND THE AMAZING GREEN WRAP

Kirk bod appreciation #5: The Paws

Kirk bod appreciation #4: The Curves. The Back. Poetry in motion.

Kirk bod appreciation #3: Season 3 (Part 1)

Kirk bod appreciation #2b: The Gluteus Maximus

Kirk bod appreciation #2a: The Gluteus Maximus

Kirk bod appreciation #1: The Tum

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luvlyjooniex · 3 years

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Beach of Secrets {KNJ}

genres: best friends to lovers au ; namjoon x reader ; bts x reader ; fluff ; crack ; slice of life ; private beach vacation au.

Summary: Your best friend of many years, Namjoon, invites you to bighits private beach while him and the boys are on vacation. You also happen to have had a massive crush on him for years. What you are oblivious to, is that he feels the exact same.

Notes: This is my first ff here. For now, it will be a one-shot, but maybe one day I could make it into a series maybe? Also, this specific one is female reader, but I also plan on making male reader, non-binary, and neopronoun using fics as well. Anyways, enjoy!!

The second you got the text from your favorite person in the whole world, inviting you to go to the private beach his company owned, you were quick to pack your bags and let him know you were packed, ready to go, and headed to bighit.

It was a fairy short walk, due to the fact that your apartment was fairy close to the building itself as you approached the gate, the security guard recognizing you right away as they gladly let you in, shaking their heads with a small chuckle as you thanked them, dashing inside the building and headed toward their dorm.

Jin was the one to greet you at the door when you knocked. “Hey Y/N! You ready for the trip, I assume?” he playfully greeted with his infamous windshield wiper laugh as the maknae line was quick to look up at the mention of your name, quickly tackling you to the ground before you got the chance to put your belongings near the coat hanger. “Yeah, I most definitely am Jinnie” you giggled shyly, hugging the boys who had tackled you, pushing them off playfully.

“Tiny!! You finally made it!! Namjoonie-hyung told us you were coming.” Jimin squealed, all three boys laughing as Yoongi and Hoseok appeared. Yoongi shaking his head at the sight with a side smile. “Of course! I love spending time with my favorite boys.” you continued giggling, getting up and waving to Hoseok before you saw the figure of Namjoon appear.

“ Well if it isnt daddy long legs” you teased before greeting him with a hug, the rest of the boys giving each other a knowing look. “How are you, Nams?” you asked, oblivious to the way he looked at you with gleaming eyes, full of love. “I’m actually doing great, lovely” he had responded softly, looking up at the rest of the boys with his dimples smile.

“Who is ready for vacationnnn” Hoseok yelled, everyone getting their suitcases and running to the car.

…..

At the beach, Yoongi walked up to Namjoon. He was the first one to noticed the two of yous feelings toward each other, noticing you were the only oblivious one now. “Can we talk?” he asked, a serious face painted on him as Namjoon nodded, the two of them walking toward the gigantic beach house, the laughter of you and the five others playing as background music in the moment.

“Are you gonna take this opportunity to tell her, Joon?” Yoongi directly asked the younger, humming with his eyes closed as he heard Namjoon clear his throat. There was a silent pause that lasted a few seconds, the sound of seagulls and waves crashing taking over Namjoons senses as he took a deep breath. “Do you think I should, hyung?” he finally spoke.

“I think this will be the perfect opportunity, Joon.”

…..

Night finally fell, you and Namjoon sharing a room as you always did.

“Can we go out for a walk, lovely?” Namjoon built the courage to ask, smiling widely when you excitedly nodded your head. He took your hand and leaded you outside, taking you to the shoreline and interlacing his fingers when yours as you walked down it, before stopping.

“Nams?” you asked, a little worried, “Nams whats wrong?” you looked up at him, seeing him concentrating, his face scrunching up, something you know he did to find the right words in big situations.

“I like you.. As in like. I’m in love with you, y/n.” He whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. “I- Joonie? You’re being serious, right?” you asked, smiling pulling him into a hug when he nodded. “The boys and I all know you like me as well.. at first I was oblivious, Yoongi-hyung was the first to notice both of our feelings toward each other. I guess he really realized before we both did.” he deeply chuckled, lifting your chin to look at him.

“So does this mean you’ll finally be mine and I’ll finally be yours?” He asked, continuing to chuckle as he heard your reply.

“I wouldn’t want anything better.”

#kpop fluff #bts namjoon #namjoon fluff #namjoon x reader #bts fluff #bts crack #beach fic #best friends to lovers #bts x reader #beach au #one shot

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il0veyoujk · 3 years

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New house, new roomies

Fifth Chap.

This is a tickle related series, so if you are not interested in that type of content, I’d suggest ya to find another ff to read, thank you :)

Mini series based on a request from an anon and one of my ff Self-Esteem (I think you should better read it firstly so you can understand more what’s going on)

Summary: Nefeli (14) has just moved in with the boys and Jimin, but she is still not comfortable around them, so each one spends a day with her in order to get her to open up and to know each other more.

Warnings: None

Notes: None

“And why are we doing this?”

“Cause it’s fun”

“But you said you have no idea about drawing”

“Yeah, but this is fun”

Taehyung and Nef were currently in his room, drawing. Namjoon and Jungkook were somewhere inside the house too, while the rest of the boys had gone out, for various reasons.

“And remind me why it is necessary to draw on the floor?” Taehyung raised an eyebrow as he kept sketching the marvelous black and white sketch of a lake in front of him.

What did he get as an answer? A wide grin from Nefeli and more blue paint on his body “Because it’s fun too”

Taehyung rolled his eyes playfully at her and continued sketching in front of him “You know, tables are to draw on too”

“Oh well, too bad I guess” she shrugged and kept going with her little drawing, whistling her favorite song as a toddler would.

Just then an idea popped into her head.

Nefeli quietly, rolled closer to Tae’s chair, next to his legs. She smirked widely and scribbles softly with the tip of her pencil his shocked foot.

To be honest, today she was feeling like being cheeky. She had woken up in a shy mood, but at the same time, she wanted to mess with people. So Tae was the lucky one who Nef was gonna mess with.

Tae squealed and pulled his foot back, as he looked down at the smirking girl who had already returned to the paper in front of her and continued drawing “What?”

“What?” Nefeli asked innocently, looking at him with big eyes.

The young decided to let it slide and returned back to his sketch, focusing there, completely. However, not after 2 seconds, he felt the same ticklish feeling on his foot.

He squealed louder and flinched on his chair, giggling “Nehehef!”

Nefeli looked up at him, acting innocently and batting her eyelashes “What? I am not doing anything!” as she kept playing with her pencil between her fingers.

“Stop it!” he pointed a finger at her and narrowed his eyes warningly before he returned one more time to his paper.

The young girl waited some more seconds until she did the unexpected. She just grabbed Tae’s ankle and started scribbling with her pencil all over his foot.

The poor lad gasped and fell in uncontrollable laughter, kicking out, careful not to hit her, and thrashing around on his chair “GAHAHAHAHA NEF NAHAHAHAO!” he screamed in laughter, almost falling off his chair.

Nefeli’s smirk grew wider when she focused on his toes, getting golden reactions. More specifically, Tae’s laughter rose an octave and he started squealing and hitting the table in front of him nonstop, probably in order to make the feeling more bearable.

“Aw is Tae a wittle sensitive?” Nefeli cooed, while she was drawing circles on Taehyung’s toes, driving him crazy.

However, Tae has had none of it.

In a swift movement, Tae had jumped on his feet, ready to pounce on the poor girl “You have 10 seconds your run.10... 9... 8…” he smirked widely and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Nefeli squealed loudly and sprinted out of the room, while Tae was still counting. Giggles were leaving her mouth as she was running for her life, trying to find where to hide. So she entered the first room she saw. Jungkook’s.

In a flash of light, Nef entered his room and ran behind Jungkook’s bed. The young lad, flinched and turned to her shocked, almost dropping his controller “What the hell?!” he exclaimed, taking off his headphones.

“Please Kook, don’t tell Tae I am here!” Nefeli whispered-yelled and hid under the bed.

Jungkook grinned widely and returned to his game, not putting the headphones back on. And of course, not after 5 seconds, Taehyung busted into Jungkook’s room, a wide smirk on his face “Hey Kook, have you seen Nef somewhere? I need her for something” he wiggled his eyebrows and leaned on the door frame, crossed arms.

Jungkook smirked and shrugged, not taking his eyes from the screen on the front of him “Don’t know bro...” his smirk grew wider as he pointed under the bed in Nef’s direction “Maybe she is in Namjoon’s room”

Taehyung smirked wider and walked quietly behind the bed, making sure Nefeli hadn’t seen him. In a flash of light, the young lad pulled the poor girl from under the bed from her ankles, making her scream, and threw her over his shoulder, speeding out of the room.

“Thank you Kook!” Tae exclaimed, high-fiving the younger boys as he ran out of the room with Nefeli still on his shoulder, bouncing with every step he was taking and giggling uncontrollably.

“Trahahahaitor!” Nefeli giggled out at Jungkook, who only laughed and focused on his game.

Taehyung entered his room and threw the already giggling girl on the bed. He sat on her thighs, pinning her down completely and grabbing a pen as the smirk on his face had reached his ears. Oh, this was not gonna end up well...

Nefeli at this point was giggling hysterically, trying with all her might to cover herself. She knew what was coming and she knew this was gonna tickle A LOT. Well... she deserved it... But still, she was trying her best to escape. To no avail at all.

“Oh, what do we have here then?” Taehyung raised her blouse, pinning Nefeli’s arms under his knees, so as she couldn’t fight back “The perfect canvas!”

Nef’s eyes widened and started squirming around, kicking out nonstop as a final attempt to escape. “Nohohoho Tae please!”

“You are all mine now, heheheh!” Tae winked and picked up the pen, scribbling it and drawing circles all over her tummy.

The young girl fell immediately in hysterical giggles, rolling side to side and trying everything to get Tae off her, but she wasn’t doing much “Gah nahahahahao! Pleahahahahase I ahahaham sohohohorry!”

The sharp yet not painful tip of the pen was leaving blue marks and circles all over Nefeli’s flesh skin, making the feeling way more intense than a nail would. It felt like zillions of tiny bugs were crawling and running all over her sides, making her more sensitive as her hands were desperately trying to pry Taehyung’s larger ones off her.

“Hm? Is my canvas talking? Wow!” Tae continued scribbling softly and drawing all over her side while he started poking her other side, knowing full well what he was doing.

Nefeli arched her back, wiggling her torso side to side to make the feeling more bearable, but nothing was working. His finger was touching some of her most sensitive nerves while the poor girl was squealing and giggling hysterically, lightly kicking out.

“Gah Tahahahahae! Nahahahahao pohohohohokes!” Nef gripped on his wrists, trying to pry them off her hypersensitive torso.

“No pokes? But why?” Tae started poking faster at her side, up to her ribs and down to her hips. Nefeli let out a loud squeal and kept wiggling around like a maniac, while a wide grin was forming on her face.

“Nahahahahahao! Nahahahahat thahahahat ahahahaha!” her giggles were getting higher and higher as the seconds were passing and her kicks were speeding up.

And when she was thinking nothing could get any worse, Taehyung started scribbling way faster all over her side.

She let out a sudden shriek and feel in loud, belly laughter, shaking her head side to side, while her grin was almost touching her ears. “GAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAO! THAT’S NAHAHAHAOT FAHAHAHAHAIR!”

“Hm? What was that? You’re going to have to stop laughing so I can hear you clearly” Tae’s smirk grew wider when Nefeli’s laughter rose at least two octaves, due to the teasing.

Let’s be fair. Who can stand it when someone is teasing them? No one. And Tae was making her face turn all red from how much she was blushing.

However, suddenly all the tickling came to a stop.

Nefeli looked at Taehyung weirdly, kinda surprised that his ‘revenge’ was finished so soon. Tae was known for his skills in getting revenge and that he was merciless every time.

When she felt her arms being raised above her head and pinned down, a wave of playful panic hit her.

“Ah her side looks so beautiful with my sketches on it!” Tae bent down and blew a huge raspberry on her side, making her scream and fall in loud, hysterical giggles “Now time for your armpits!”

Nefeli’s eyes widened just as she heard what the young lad said, but she didn’t have much time to react. Tae had already grabbed a pencil and was already scribbling her left armpit.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAO TAHAHAHAHAE PLEAHAHAHAHASE! I AHAHAHAHAM SAHAHAHAHAORRY!” the young girl was desperately trying to shot her arms down, while she was thrashing around and laughing loudly, but she wasn’t doing much.

“Ah, this canvas is too loud!” Taehyung scribbled faster on her flesh skin, while he was blowing short raspberries and nibbling her neck and tummy alternatively.

At this point, the poor girl was laughing so hard that her cheeks were burning. Her face was all blushy from the teasing and her laughter wouldn’t stop coming out of her mouth. Mouth tickles were always her biggest weakness, and now that Tae was getting two spots at once, she was feeling way more sensitive. Especially because of the nibbles.

“IT’S YAHAHAHAHAOUR FAHAHAHAHAULT!” she cried out, not really caring what it was about to happen after that. In fact, she was too busy laughing and trying to escape to even think about it. Plus it wasn’t like she wanted it to stop... She was having fun...

“Oh is it? Or is it that you are too ticklish to handle it?” just by the mention of the word ‘ticklish’, Nefeli blushed 10 times harder and getting way more sensitive.

Taehyung chuckled, seeing her getting all red and scribbled faster on Nef’s armpit. In a swift movement, he let her arms go and shot his hand in her other armpit, wiggling his fingers there. The young girl immediately shot her arms down and gripped on his shoulders, trying to push him away. She threw her head back and shut her eyes, laughing so loud that probably the neighbors were all annoyed.

“GAHAHAHAHA TAHAHAHAE I HAHAHAHATE YAHAHAHAHA!” Nefeli screamed when Taehyung’s teeth moved to her sides, sending her in fits of pure hysterics. It felt like electricity was hitting her body while tiny bugs were crawling on her side.

The young lad raised an eyebrow, slowing down a bit “You've said your last cheeky thing, little one. Come here!” faster than the speed of light, Tae had turned around and sat on the poor girl’s ankles, grabbing a paintbrush, taking her by surprise. Now that was gonna tickle a lot...

“Oh no...” Nef started panicking, knowing that this would be her hell. She knew what was about to happen and her soles were already tingling and giggling nonstop from anticipation “T-Tae nohohoho!”

Taehyung turned around, smirking widely “Oh you should have thought about it later, sweetheart” and with that, the same time Nefeli blushed harder, Tae pulled her toes back and started blushing her feet, coloring them purple.

Nef let out a loud shriek and fell in hysterical laughter, kicking out and thrashing around. The feeling was so intense and ticklish, that was making the poor girl losing her mind.

“GAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAO TAHAHAHAHAE PLEAHAHAHAHASE MERCAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAT THEAHAHAHARE AHAHAHAHA!” she screamed, punching his back and trying to wiggle away, but she wasn’t going anywhere. Tae was no match for her way smaller frame.

Nefeli was feeling like she was losing her mind and that her whole torso was tingling, even if Tae was only getting her soles. But apparently, being tickled on your worst spot has an effect on your whole body... To be honest, Nefeli had never experienced something that tickled so much in her life before, and she was literally in hysterics.

“A guilty crime deserves punishment!” Taehyung was showing no mercy at all. He was scribbling in the middle of her sole with the paintbrush, sending ticklish shivers down her spine.

“GAH SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP AHAHAHAHA!” Nef screamed in loud laughter, wiggling around like a worm and kicking her knees.

“Wow, you really don’t have an off button, do you?” Namjoon’s voice echoed the room from the living room. Yes, her screams were so loud that both he and Jungkook could hear what the duo was doing, crystal clear.

“Nah, she doesn’t” Jungkook answered from his room, making both Namjoon and Taehyung chuckle and Nefeli blush harder.

“Y’know, it’s so cute how you haven’t said stop this whole time!” Tae grinned widely and pulled her toes back, even more, scribbling their base, coloring them blue with another paintbrush.

Nefeli went crazy at the mix of those words and having her toes being mercilessly tickled. Every hair on her body was straight and her stomach was aching from all the laughter.

“Coochie coochie coo Neffie!” the young lad was now painting each of her toes and wiggling them gently, making her howl in laughter in ticklish agony.

At this point, Nefeli was feeling like her whole body was on fire. Her stomach was aching and her mouth was really stretched from all the grinning and laughing. Her face was all red from blushing and how hard she was laughing and she was unable to move more, being exhausted. Her laughter had fallen silent and her arms had stopped hitting Tae’s back.

“T-Tahahahae pleahahahase...!” she managed to cry out and then fall in silent laughter once again.

That was Taehyung’s signal to stop and let her go to regain her breath, his smirk not fading out “Are you sorry yet?”

Nef’s eyes widened in panic, while she was still grinning widely, nodding hysterically “Yesyesyesyes! I am sorry I am sorry I am sorry I am sorry!” she squealed and sat back up.

Taehyung ruffled her hair and hugged her tightly, helping her calm down “Well, next time you will think about it twice before you mess with me” he chuckled, sensing the young girl tensing up and little.

Before Nefeli could answer tho, her stomach growled in response, earning a giggle both from Tae and her “I guess I need to feed myself” she got up and started walking out of the room, leaving colorful footprints on the floor, obviously not noticing them.

Taehyung on the other hand, leaned back on his bed, smirking widely “Y’know this is not gonna end up well...”

But it was too late. Nefeli had already walked to the living room where Namjoon was the same moment was Jungkook entered Tae’s. And of course, obviously, after he ruffled her hair a little

“NEFELI! THE FLOOR!” Namjoon’s voice echoed the whole house once again while the two younger boys erupted in loud laughter.

“She’s gonna get it again, isn’t she?” Jungkook asked Tae, a wide grin on his face while heave footsteps could be heard all around the place. Namjoon’s and Nef’s.

“Nefeli come back here! You are making a mess and your position worse!”

“No!”

“Of course she is” the two boys laughed and got out of the room to see what was about to happen, only to see Namjoon pinning Nef on the ground.

“Gah Joon nohoho!”

“Alright Neffie, ready for round 2? Or 3? Or 10?”

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Chapter 7: Ambush

“When you get to the back wall, there are two doors.” Emma heard Killian’s voice crackle in her ear. “It’s the first door. You won’t see a keypad but it’s there, behind a panel on the wall.”

Will ran his hands over the wall until he found the hidden panel. “It’s here.” He said with a shake of his head.

“We found it.” Emma announced.

“Ok, the backdoor code is 7344.”

Will punched the code in and they heard a click as the door beside them unlocked. Ruby pulled the door open, and everyone followed her into the dark stairwell.

“It’s going to be a long climb to the Mayor’s floor. You’ll know you’re there when you reach a red metal door.”

Emma nodded to Will, and they began their ascent through the darkened space until her legs were screaming in pain, and she felt like she couldn’t climb another step. When they finally reached the metal door, Emma bent over, trying to catch her breath.

“Ok we’re here.” She wheezed.

“The code is 6812.” Killian announced in her ear and Ruby punched the code into the keypad as the door clicked open.

Will peered into the dark room and then turned toward Mary Margaret. “It’s clear.”

“Ok let’s go Emma.” Emma followed her into the room as they scanned the darkness for the data port.

“What now?”

“The data port is kept behind her desk. There’s a notch in the wall, if you click it, it will open the port.” Killian’s voice cracked in her ear as the com’s device struggled to maintain its connection.

Emma reached up and pulled the ornate flower from her ponytail, clicking the flower stem out of its place until the metal nub was exposed.

“You mean you’ve had this important information in your hair this whole time?” Ruby asked with wide eyes.

Emma simply shrugged and made her way to the wall that Killian had instructed. Feeling around the wall she found the notch and clicked the button hidden inside of it. A noise emanated from beside her hand and light streamed into the darkness as the wall opened, revealing the data port inside.

“Will, over here…” She said nervously as he approached her side.

“Ok plug it in and then step aside so I can do my thing.”

Emma shoved the metal into the port and stepped away from the wall, watching as Will plucked against the tiny keyboard. “Just a few more clicks…there you are.” He said to himself, a smirk spreading on his face. “Merlin.”

Emma closed her eyes, praying that this would all be done soon when suddenly the lights turned on around her. She spun around, coming face to face with men who had entered the room.

“Hey, who the hell do you think you are?” Emma recognized one of the men as she tried to shield her face, a man who most definitely did not belong in the Mayor’s office.

“Emma, what’s going on?” She heard Killian in her ear.

“It’s Gold’s men.” She whispered before turning to Will. “How long until the message is sent?” She asked nervously as they all spread across the room to give him time to send the message. Nothing else mattered except getting the message to Merlin. If they didn’t reach him, all hope was lost, and their lives wouldn’t matter anyway.

“It’s uploading, gonna need more time.” Will grunted, turning his back to the portal, and raising his dagger in front of him.

“Then let’s give these boys something to do while we wait.” Mary Margaret said with a mischievous grin.

Ruby fired the first shot, the arrow striking one of the men in the shoulder as he stared at her in shock before grabbing the arrow and yanking it from his flesh.

One of the men grabbed her by the arm, pulling her toward him and Emma balled her hand into a fist, swinging through air until she made contact with his cheek. “Bitch, you’re gonna pay for that. The boss is gonna be really pleased when I bring you back to him.” Emma held her fists up in front of her.

“Who said I’m going anywhere with you.” She smirked before she swung her fist again, ducking when his own came in her direction, she felt herself being tossed toward the ground, pain searing up her side when she slammed into the hard floor. She looked up as the man stood menacingly over her, a dark syringe in his hand. Emma felt her mouth go dry, she had seen them in Gold’s lab, weapons used to knock their mark out while they took them to the lab to experiment on them. One stick of that syringe and they would be unable to fight.

“Watch yourselves.” She screamed toward the others. “Stay away from the syringes.”

The man laughed. “Come on sweetheart, don’t want me to jab you with my stick.”

“Dream on, you big cow.” Emma growled. “You aren’t putting me to sleep with that stupid thing.”

He laughed loudly. “Put you to sleep…” He looked down at the syringe. “Oh, you think this is…oh no darling, you’ve been gone a while. We’ve upgraded. This is so much more now.” He sneered, an ominous laugh filling the room.

Everything around her happened suddenly as Mary Margaret screamed behind her, one of the men leaning over her with his leg pressed against her stomach, the syringe sticking out of her thigh. The woman growled, grabbing the nearest item she could reach and slamming it over his head. The man slumped to the ground, and she scrambled to pull the needle from her body, tossing it to the other side of the room. She wouldn’t have long before she would pass out cold.

Will was fighting a man at the back wall and Ruby had just dispatched a man who had tried to enter the room. She slammed the door shut again, pushing a large chair in front of the door, and jamming it against the doorknob. Men were banging against it on the other side, trying to get into the room.

She kicked the man next to her in the shin, causing his leg to buckle as he fell to the ground, the syringe falling from his hands and clattering onto the ground into the dark. She jumped up from her spot and dove onto the man’s chest, grabbing the metal lamp from the desk behind him and pressing it against his neck hoping to take the air from his lungs away from him long enough to knock him out.

He snarled loudly, his eyes glaring into hers. “Want to know a secret…” He wheezed, letting out a strangled chuckle and Emma pressed harder against his throat. “We weaponized J2…” He coughed. “She won’t live long.” Emma pushed with all her might until the man’s eyes glazed over and his head tilted to the side.

She fell over to her side, breathing heavily until her thoughts flooded her.

We weaponized J2…

The syringes.

She jumped up from her spot on the floor and rushed toward the data port. They didn’t have long, they needed to get out of there, needed to get to the doctors…before…she couldn’t think about it. The banging at the door was getting louder, it wouldn’t be long before they breached it.

Will slammed the last man in the room to the ground and looked up at her anxiously. “Did it send?”

“We have to go.” She exclaimed. “The syringe, it’s J2.”

His eyes grew wide as he looked over at Mary Margaret being helped up by Ruby. When his eyes returned to hers she was met with an understanding from her friend. They needed to go, now.

The door cracked and arms pushed through the newly created hole. “We gotta go now.”

Emma reached in and grabbed the flower from the port, yanking it free and running toward the exit as Mary Margaret limped in front of her. They slammed the door shut and she felt like they were falling down each flight of stairs they took.

They got halfway down the stairs when the metal door sprung open beside them and a man jumped out and slammed into Will, he swung his fists, pushing the man off him. “Keep going.” He screamed and Emma pushed Mary Margaret further down the stairs, looking back as she watched Will scrambling with the man above her. She pushed away the tears threatening to fall, focused only on getting Mary Margaret to safety.

They reached the bottom of the stairs, and Ruby shoved the steel door open, letting the light flood into the dark space. “We gotta get out of here.”

“What about Will?” Emma cried.

“He’ll catch up.” Ruby grabbed Mary Margaret around the waist and pulled her forward, and Emma took one last look toward the door. She couldn’t believe they were just going to leave Will behind.

They scrambled through the streets, rushing through the busy people moving around as if they hadn’t a care in the world. It wasn’t until they reached the boat that Emma stopped to look back again. “We can’t just leave him.” She said with tears in her eyes.

“We can’t stay here, we’re in the open.” Ruby warned.

“I know but…” She took one last look as Ruby gave the order to pull away from the shore. In the distance she saw movement, someone stumbled through the wall. “Wait.” She screamed, standing up and jumping out of the boat into the cold water as she waded back to the shore.

Will crawled, gripping his hand into the muddy shore until he fell against the cold ground. Emma reached him, grabbing at his jacket, and turning him to face her. “Hey Emmie.” He laughed with a grunt. Emma didn’t stop to think, she pulled at his jacket, dragging him toward the boat. Ruby met her and pulled him up, helping him into the boat as they road away from the shore.

Emma pushed Will up against the side of the boat, helping him to sit on the ground. There was blood on his shirt that was continuing to grow a deeper shade of red, she pulled his jacket away from him. “Leave it.” He growled.

“No, stop, you’re hurt.”

“It’s fine.”

Emma snorted and yanked his jacket away from his body, examining his side until she found the deep gashes from a blade against his skin. “You’re gonna be ok.” She cried.

“No…” He said, reaching up and stilling her hands. “I’m not.” He said solemnly, pressing something into her palm. When she opened it, she stared numbly at the empty syringe in her hand, the blood draining from her face.

~*~

Killian stared at the boy in his lap, his knee bouncing nervously as the child gurgled and cooed in his arms. “I’m sure she’s fine lad.” He reassured, knowing it was more for himself than the boy who had no idea what he was saying anyway. The coms unit had cut out just as he heard the men breach the office. He had no idea what had happened after that, and the line had been silent for an hour. He tried not to think the worst, tried to have hope that Emma was always telling him to find, but with each ticking minute his thoughts turned darker.

He couldn’t reconcile what he would do if something happened to Emma, but he was starting to feel completely helpless. “Your mom is the bravest woman I know, but I’m sure you already know that.” The boy’s sparkling eyes stared up at him and Killian felt as if he was actually listening to what he was saying. “You look just like her you know.” He said softly. “You have her nose.” He tapped the boy on his tiny little nose, so much like his mothers. The boy had so many of her features, except for his brilliantly blue eyes, Emma’s were an intoxicating shade of seafoam green.

Babies were a wonder to him, he had never been around children much, but was amazed at how something so tiny could mirror his parents with such perfection. He was happy that the boy resembled his mother and not Neal.

The night Emma showed up at his door, tears in her eyes as she told him she was pregnant with Neal’s child; he didn’t even hesitate to assure her that he would take care of her. He loved Emma, he would do anything to protect her and her child, regardless of who had sired the boy.

The boy wrapped his tiny fist around his thumb and Killian felt the tears come to his eyes. Emma needed to be alright, he thought.

He heard a commotion outside the door of his room, and he stood quickly, rushing into the hallway, the boy wrapped tightly in his arms. He saw her golden hair bounding down the hall toward him, a look of terror on her face. Ruby had Mary Margaret at her side, limping as she screamed for a medic. Behind Emma, Will was being helped down the hall by a few men, blood splattered across his face.

Emma rushed to his side, tears staining her face. “What happened?”

“The plague…” She said breathlessly. “They’re using it against us.” She dropped the syringe into his hand, and he looked up at her with terror in his eyes. “Will and Mary Margaret. We…we couldn’t stop it.”

~*~

“What happened here?” David asked as he entered the floor to the Mayor’s office. When he heard over the radio that there had been a break in, he immediately left Regina at the wall and rushed back to the precinct.

“Break in. They came in through the back.” The officer stated.

“How did anyone know about the back entrance?” He said out loud, not really asking a question, but instead talking through the situation to himself. Regina’s entrance was a guarded secret. It took 2 codes to get through both doors. Only someone close to Regina would know the codes.

He stepped into her office and looked around at the mess that had been left behind. Broken items were spread across the floor. He bent over and moved a piece of broken glass with his hand. He needed to see the surveillance footage. Obviously there had been a fight in here, but why.

He walked toward Regina’s desk, running his hand over the wood. He narrowed his eyes when he saw the data port open behind the desk. Looking in he found it empty. Regina’s data port was the only one in the building capable of sending a message outside the walls. The screen was flashing, showing that a message had partially been sent, 89% showing on the screen. Whoever was trying to use the port didn’t succeed in getting the entire message pushed through.

He clicked a few keys on the screen and pulled up the information of the intended recipient. He gasped when he read the name. Merlin.

Whoever had breached the room was trying to reach Merlin, the leader of all the realms. David couldn’t think of a single reason that anyone would be trying to reach Merlin besides Regina. Something didn’t feel right. He clicked onto the screen and had the message sent to his laptop for investigation.

“What did they take?” He looked up suddenly as Regina entered the room.

“Nothing was taken, it seems like they were trying to send a message, but it failed.”

The woman paused. “A message? To whom?”

“Merlin.” He said softly.

“Merlin? Are you certain it failed?” Regina stepped toward him, and he felt the hair on his neck stand up. He didn’t know the reason for his concern, Regina had been acting strange the last few days but something about tonight wasn’t sitting right with him.

“Um, yeah, nothing went through.” He lied, clicking out of the screen in front of him and closing the port. “I’ll check the camera’s and see what I can find out.”

“No.” The woman almost yelled before stopping and laughing lightly, a gesture that made him even more concerned. “I’ll take care of it. You should go home, David. Get some rest, check on that wife of yours.”

“Are you sure, I don’t want to leave you with all this to clean up?”

“I insist.” She said firmly.

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said with a nod, looking back before he exited the room as Regina glared at him.

David went to his office and gathered his jacket and keys. The nagging feeling continuing to weigh on his mind. He stared out into the hallway and stepped back into his office, shutting the door behind him. Sitting down at his desk, he opened his holo screen.

“Open surveillance for Regina’s office.” He announced and the screen in front of him came to life, images frozen on the screen. “Play video A16.”

The image began to move as the door at the back of the office opened and a man and a blonde woman entered the screen. Behind him another woman moved in the shadows. He narrowed his eyes as four individuals moved in the dark, walking directly to Regina’s desk. He watched the blonde woman open the data port as if she knew exactly where it was hidden and then the man started typing on the screen.

Suddenly light was exposed in the room and men he didn’t recognize entered. A fight ensued and he watched as the group split apart, each taking on one of the assailants. And then his heart stopped.

“Enlarge video.” He demanded as the size increased. “Pause.” He stood up in front of the screen, leaning forward as if he was suddenly hallucinating. The woman standing with her face to the camera, a glint in her eye, a knife in her hand staring at the man in front of her was none other than the woman he had known his entire life, his wife, Mary Margaret.

He fell into his chair, staring at the screen in disbelief. It was impossible. Some sort of trick. There was no other explanation.

The dark-haired woman beside her was staring directly toward the camera. “Zoom in.”

The woman’s face was in the center of the screen. “Run facial scan.”

The screen began to move in front of him. “Match found. Ruby Lucas, 26, member of the Resistance, Warrant issued for arrest in 2051.”

David dropped his hand to his lap and exhaled loudly. His wife was in Regina’s office with a known member of the Resistance.

Clicking into his computer he navigated to the message he had sent himself from Regina’s port. Opening it he saw fragments of code. Whoever created this was good, but he was better. He clicked a few more times until words came into view.

Merlin,

My name is Emma Swan from Storybrooke, and we need your help. Our people are dying with no chance of help. Mayor Mills has been killed by the leader of the Hive; a man you already know named Mr...

David stared at the screen as the rest of the message corrupted on the screen, information that did not complete in the upload. What the hell was this bullshit? He had just seen Regina not ten minutes ago, nothing in this message could be true. Why would Mary Margaret be a part of this clearly made-up madness.

“Continue video.” He said, watching the rest of the interaction on the screen, his heart beating out of his chest as he watched his wife fall to the ground, the man climbing on top of her as something shimmered in the light and his wife crumpled underneath him.

He was confused and angry but relieved when he watched as his wife was helped out the door. He didn’t know how to feel from this obvious betrayal that he couldn’t explain or comprehend. He grabbed his laptop off his desk and shoved it into his bag, walking out of his office and locking it behind him.

He drove to his home, stepping into the dark house and waiting for his eyes to adjust. Was anything about his life real? Had everything been a lie? He had known his wife since they were children, he fell in love with her before they were teenagers. She had known him better than anyone and he thought he knew her. Had he been so wrong about the woman who had stolen his heart?

“What have you gotten yourself into?” He said into the blackness around him.

His com alerted him with a beep, and he read the message on the screen.

I know you’re confused, Mate. You have every right to be. If you want to know more, call me at this number, your wife’s life depends on you.

David’s heart was racing as he called the number.

“Hello.”

“Where the hell is my wife, what have you done to her?” He yelled into the phone.

“Dave, I need you to trust me.” The familiar voice sounded in his ear.

“Killian?”

“Aye.”

“Where the hell are you?” He all but growled into the receiver.

“That’s not important right now, you need to listen to me. Regina’s not who you think she is. You can’t trust her.”

“Says the person who just disappeared without a trace.”

“We have a lot to talk about, but we don’t have time. I know you, so I know you’ve watched the surveillance video already. You’re a good cop and I’m sure you have questions. The men who showed up, they belong to Gold.”

“Gold? That idiot lab guy?”

“He’s more than that. He’s Hive.”

David’s heart was pounding in his chest. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Stop thinking Dave, you just need to know that you can’t trust Regina and Gold has some dangerous stuff. He’s weaponized J2, carrying it in syringes. You have to be careful.”

“Why should I trust you, why should I trust anything you’re saying right now?”

“David, they used one of the syringes on your wife.”

“No, you’re lying.”

“I’m sorry Mate, I really am.”

He sunk to the ground, leaning against the wall. “Where is she?”

“I’ll be in contact.”

The line went dead, and David screamed into the night.

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The Surrogate - Chapter 17

The Surrogate: A Clintasha Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Word Count: 1610

Rating: E

Warnings: Pregnancy, smut (FF, being woken with sex, vaginal fingering, toy use, vaginal penetration)

Synopsis: A freak end of the world incident leads to meeting your two best friends, Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff. While your friendship with the two Avengers is anything but conventional, they are your all-time favorite people. When you find out that Clint and Natasha want to start a family but have exhausted all their options, you realize your powerset might allow you to give them what they want. Having your best friends’ baby might seem like a good idea on paper, but when you are as close as you, Clint, and Natasha are, will doing something so intimate mean feelings get a little mixed up?

Chapter 17

As your pregnancy progressed Natasha and Clint enacted a policy of only one of them going on a mission at a time. They also tried to only take low risk, short missions, but it was sometimes hard to avoid them altogether. You all hated and dreaded them, the fear of something happening while they were gone haunted the three of you. So every time they happened, it was always with reluctance that anyone left the bed in the morning.

When Clint shifted to the side of the bed, you groaned and rolled, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his back. “No,” you mumbled, your lips brushing against his skin as you spoke. “Don’t go.”

He chuckled and reached over to the side table, fumbling around for his hearing aids. When he finally got them in, he rolled over to face you and pulled you as closely against him as he could. “Not going to let me go?”

“Nope,” you said looking up into the blue of his eyes. “Don’t want you to go.”

He grinned and pressed his forehead against yours. “That’s always nice to hear,” he said and brought his lips to yours.

You kissed him deeply, running your hands up his muscular back and into his hair. You tugged it lightly, drawing a soft moan from him, and making him push one leg between yours.

He pulled back slowly and you tugged on his bottom lips with your teeth. “Babe,” he said gently. “I gotta go. Steve’s gonna kill me. Besides, Nat’ll be here and she’s way better at taking care of you than I am.”

“Yeah,” Natasha said, coming into the bedroom. “I am. Clint, you really need to get moving, they’re all waiting for you.”

“No,” you mumbled, holding Clint tighter and burying your face in his chest. “I only need five minutes?”

“Five?” Clint said, sounding affronted. “What are we gonna do it twice?”

Natasha snorted and came over and rubbed your hip. “You’re so needy lately, dorogáya,” she soothed. “What’s wrong.”

“I don’t know,” you huffed, finally relenting and letting Clint go. “I can’t help thinking that she’s gonna come when one of you guys is away.”

Clint leaned down and put his hands on either side of your stomach, bringing his face right up close to it. “You stay put ‘til I get back.”

“It’s gonna be fine,” Natasha assured you. “Run of the mill stuff. He’ll be back and busted up and you guys can have that amazing sex where you’re also healing him at the same time.”

“Yeah, babe,” Clint agreed. “I’ll stab myself if I don’t get any injuries.”

“And I promise when Clint’s out the door I’ll give your three orgasms and you won’t even have to return the favor,” Natasha added.

“I like returning the favor,” you whined.

Natasha burst out laughing and wrapped her arms around you. “Fine, you can return the favor.”

Clint leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Don’t you worry about me,” he said. “I’m harder to kill than a cockroach.”

You watched him get dressed and when he sat on the side of the bed to put on his shoes, you curled yourself around him again and pressed your face into his side. “Babe, you’re killing me here,” he said, rubbing your back.

“I made you a breakfast burrito,” Natasha said, nudging you away from Clint. “You really should get going.”

He leaned down and kissed you again, caressing your cheek. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Okay,” you grumbled.

Clint got up and he and Natasha left the room. You had started dozing off again and when Natasha returned to the room and wrapped you in her arms you fell back into a deep sleep.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when you woke with a low moan and a deep buzz in your cunt. You’d been having a graphic sex dream about having what kept changing from a three-way to a five-way and back and the participants never stayed the same. Sometimes it was people you knew, sometimes it was celebrities you liked, sometimes it wasn’t even people you were particularly attracted to. The only constant was you being railed by a never-ending line of people.

So when you realized that there were fingers on your clit creating that burning heat deep in your core it took a moment to disentangle the dream from reality. You gasped and jerked your hips forward as you woke completely and realized that Natasha was spooning you and fingering your clit quickly.

“Nat?” You moaned, still a little confused, though not fighting it. They’d teased you about waking you with sex before, and the idea had been excited. You’d told them they could and hoped they would but this was the first time it had ever happened.

“You were moaning in your sleep,” Natasha teased. “Thought I’d help you out.”

You hummed and leaned back against Natasha’s shoulder. “Mm… thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” she whispered and captured your lips, kissing you deeply as her fingers flew over your clit. You moaned into her mouth and reached behind you and tangled your fingers into her hair.

She rolled onto you a little more, putting a little more pressure on you than was comfortable. You broke the kiss with a groan. “Nat?”

“Sorry, dorogáya,” Natasha said, pulling back. “Am I hurting you?”

“A little,” you admitted. “I was just wondering if maybe we could use a toy?”

She smiled that sexy half-smile at you and raised an eyebrow. “Which one?”

“Double-ended dildo?” You asked.

She smirked at you and got up. As she went to the closet where she kept the toys, you sat up and stretched.

Natasha returned to the bed and began to lube up the thick two-ended toy. “How do you want it?”

“I want to ride it,” you said. “Am I too big?”

She shook her head and got up on the bed. “I’ve got super-serum, I can handle it.”

She lay back and you crouched down between her legs and licked a stripe up her pussy. She was already soaking wet and the tart and heady flavor filled your mouth. You started sucking hungrily on her clit and flicking her tongue back and forth over it.

“Oh god, yes,” Natasha mewled, arching her back off the bed. You kept flicking your tongue over his clit and you reached up, taking the toy from her. You teased the tip over her entrance. She moaned again and pushed up against you. “Give it to me,” she begged.

You eased the toy in and began fucking her with it. You never stopped working her clit and as you moved the toy in and out, angling it to hit her g-spot. She moaned and bucked under you and her toes began to curl.

“Dorogáya…” she mewled. “My darling. Come up here.”

You crawled up so you were straddling her waist. As you lowered yourself down she held the other end of the dildo up, guiding it inside of you. You moaned and clenched around the toy and when you were seated fully in her lap you began to bounce.

Natasha ran her hands up your thighs and over your hips as she gazed up into your eyes. Both of you moaned as the toy penetrated each of you.

“You are so beautiful,” she hummed as she watched you bounce on her.

You smiled, you could see both love and desire in those green eyes as they gazed up at you. You felt the same emotions filling you too. You leaned down and kissed her deeply. Her hands ran up your back and over your stomach, slipping between you. She began to rub your clit and you pulled back with a gasp. “Fuck!” You cried.

“That’s it, dorogáya,” she moaned. “Ride me.”

She rubbed your clit with one hand and hers with the other. That deep, hot buzz coiled out in you. You grabbed your breasts, massaging them and adding to that feeling. The sounds of the two of you got louder and louder as you moved faster and faster. “Oh god, Nat, I’m so close.”

“Me too, darling,” Natasha moaned. “Keep going.”

You continued to bounce, and her fingers flew over your clit. Your fluids ran from you, dripping down the dildo and mixing with Natasha’s. All at once, your muscles seized up and you came, crying out and throwing your head back. Natasha focused on herself rutting her hips up against you as your orgasm shuddered through you. She bucked up hard as her orgasm hit, moaning loudly as he arched her back off the bed, pushing up into you.

“Fuck…” you sighed as you climbed off her. “That’s quite the way to wake up.”

“Yeah, see,” Natasha teased as she removed the toy. She teased her fingers up your legs and leaned in and kissed your cheek. “Who needs Clint? We can find our own fun.”

“Yeah, he’s just a stinky boy,” you joked.

Natasha chuckled and moved in close, so she was cuddling you close. “And the best thing about no boys is no refractory period, so,” she said as her hands skimmed down your side. “So if you want we can keep doing this all day. Or… if you like we can do something extra girly, like go and get our hair and nails done.”

“How about both?” You said.

She laughed. “Clint is going to be very jealous.”

“Of which bit? The sex or the manicure?”

“Both,” she said and brought her lips to yours.

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anything| renjun ff

hi! this is my first ff on tumblr so hopefully it all works out well. hope u enjoy!

desc: y/n and renjun have only been friends for about a month, but renjun was in too deep. whipped renjun, gender not specified reader!! semi drabble, high school au (like all my stories hhh), very fluffy ! barely edited, its a bit long too but whatever

word count: 2103

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y/n and jisung briskly walked the halls of their oh-so-dreadful high school, talking about, of course, absolute nonsense. ‘i mean, like, salamanders are so cute, right?’ y/n questions the tall boy, and jisung nods enthusiastically. “right! so then why would they eat each other?” jisung added. “as babies, too! it doesn make se-” cut off from their sentence, renjun snaked his arms around the both of them before yelling, “hey guys!” “renjunie!” y/n exclaims, and a wide smile paints renjun’s lips. “whats up shawty?” jisung says before making The Fuckboy Face™. “eh, not much, just absolutely dreading and stressing beyond human compacity about the calc exam tomorrow.” renjun says, pulling his arms away and shoving himself in between the two. “maybe we can study? i- honestly i wont be any help, but i have some pretty cool notes i could share?” y/n proposes. “sure, when?” renjun says, without skipping a beat. jisung looks at the two and then looks away in disgust. “you oldies.” he says, before sticking out his tongue in a teasing manner. “whatever, loser!” y/n says, emphasizing the ‘loser’. jisung pretends to cry and is all but payed attention to when renjun bothers y/n for an answer. ‘we cant study if you dont tell me when!” “well if the exam’s tomorrow then obviously we study today! what are you, an idiot?” y/n says, lightly teasing the poor boy. “right, but like, when today?” “you annoy me.” y/n responds without really responding, traveling away to meet their other friend group. “haha, y/n hates you!” jisung says. renjun then nudges jisung not-so-gently before sighing. “i dont get it. i would do anything for them and they just brush me off like im... i dont know, what am i?” he asks, confused. “an idiot. a complete idiot.”

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as soon as school ends, renjun sends y/n a text. ‘library?’ is all he says, and y/n answers quickly. ‘get here quickly pls,,, i dont wanna waste time” y/n sends back shortly after. renjun walks to their schools library, and sees his study mate. “hey jun, hurry up before i start growing grey hairs.” y/n whisper yells from one of the tables. he had taken longer than he wanted to, so he rushed to the table and scurried to get out his notebook and a pencil. ‘right, so, show me your notes.” y/n says, half distracted by the drawing they were creating in the corner of a scrap piece of paper. renjun opens his note book, revealing his subpar notes. “dude, what-- how much time do you spend actually taking notes?” y/n asks before revealing their organized notes that definitely weren’t the best, but better than renjun’s. “i look out the window more than i pay attention, ha...” renjun admits with a sheepish smile. “sure, just read my notes and copy whatever you need.” y/n says nonchalantly. “thank you so much, you’re a life saver, y/n!” renjun exclaims. “of course i am, i’m me.” y/n says unexpectedly, before ‘posing’ and rolling their eyes.

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after some time had passed, renjun had gotten distracted. “junie, can i tell you something?” y/n asked, looking at renjun’s renovated notes. “sure, whats up?” renjun responds while flipping his pencil between his fingers. “there’s this girl that likes me, but i don’t like her back. it’s kinda so awkward, but i don’t want it to be. ugh, its so frustrating!” y/n whines as they drum their fingers against the table. “oh? who is it? can i know?” renjun immediately asks. “she told me tot to tell anyone. so i’m kinda already not listening, but as long as i don’t tell you her name that should be fine, right?” renjun whines and begins asking more questions. “is she nice? do i know her? when-” “shut up.” y/n cuts him off and runs their temples. “she’s... its not like she’s not nice, and you don’t know her, okay? ugh, i shouldn’t have even tried telling you about my love life.” y/n grumbles. “love life?” renjun asks. “maybe you could repay me by telling me something.” y/n offers, a smirk growing on their face. renjun tries hard not to blush and looks away quickly. “there’s, uh, nothing to talk about, ha.” he explains half heartedly. “sure there is! maybe not recent, but tell me something at least a little interesting.” y/n persuades. “uh, well, last year i made friends with this... person, and i liked them. they, uh, they moved away. yea.” renjun cant help but blush as he struggles to find literally anything else to do. “yea, sure.” y/n takes note of his blush and can’t help but wonder if he’s lying.

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y/n begins packing up and renjun looks at them in confusion. “you have to go?” he asks, trying to hide his disappointment. “yea, im sorry. you got everything you needed, right?” y/n responds. y/n has a knack for ignoring renjun, the way he blushes, the way he often looks at them with wide eyes, the way he looks around aimlessly when he thinks, the way he throws his head back when he laughs, the way he bends his knees when he screams into the air when he’s frustrated or flustered, and... maybe they didn’t ignore renjun. maybe they didnt ignore him at all. “yea, thank you so much!” and he smiles the cutest smile and starts packing up his things as well. “you have a ride home? i’m taking the bus.” y/n asks. “i’m taking the bus too! maybe we should get a snack for the ride?” “YES.” y/n answers right away. renjun laughs and throws back his head, just like how y/n was just thinking about. a small smile creeps up y/n’s face and a boldness takes over. “you’re adorable, you know that?” y/n asks, swinging their backpack over their shoulder. renjun blushes, and hard. his heart races and he struggles to come up with a reply as his hand thoughtlessly covers his smile. “adorable, ha.” he says quietly. y/n internally yells and waits for him. “yea. so what type of snack do you want?”

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on the bus with chip bags on their laps, the silence is almost comforting, right before it’s not. the bus stops to let in more people, and renjun looks at y/n. y/n pops more chips in their mouth before looking back, and renjun swiftly looks away. they’re sitting next to each other, and renjun has never been that close to y/n. he starts noticing their more delicate features up close and feels his chest tightening. after y/n swallows the chips, they look at renjun’s hand, a single ring on his pointer finger. mindlessly, they pick it up to examine the ring. renjun’s heart starts beating louder at the contact, and he looks out the window without knowing what else to do. “pretty ring.” y/n says. “thank you, chenle gave it to me.” he says, smiling shyly. “so you’re married?” y/n says, a single brow raised. renjun takes back his hand and and looks at his ring. “its not like that! besides, i dont like him.” he says. “do you like someone else then?” “maybe.” renjun mutters so quietly that he can barely hear himself. “HA! I KNEW IT!” y/n celebrates their small victory and renjun looks back towards the window with a stupid smile on his face and a blush on his cheeks.

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once renjun reaches his stop, he stands up. “this you?” y/n asks. “yea, bye!” he says, almost sadly walking in front of y/n to get out of the aisle. “no, not bye, lemme walk with you the rest of the way.” y/n says and gets up, walking out and away from the bus shortly after. renjun smiles to himself and walks towards his street, leading the way. “so... who is it?” y/n asks. renjun blushes and covers his face. “i can’t tell you that!” he says. “why not? huh? i’ll tell you mine.” y/n says. “yoU HAVE A CRUSH?” renjun practically screams. “yea, it’s not a big deal.” y/n says, right before pulling two lollipops out of their pocket and handing one to renjun. “fine, but, please don’t hate me.” renjun pleads, putting the wrapper into his pocket. “i promise i wont hate you. who is it?” “well, we only started being friends recently, but they’re just so.. i don’t know. and i’ve told jisung this, but i would do anything for them.” he says, trying hard not to stutter and even harder to not get a heart attack. y/n puts the lollipop in their mouth, and renjun follows. “anything?” y/n asks playfully. “yea, pretty much. i don’t even know why i like them so much, they act like... i don’t know, they kind of ignore me.” y/n secretly wondered what type of human would be able to ignore someone as nice and as attractive as renjun. “ignore you? it’s hard to do that with how whiny you are.” y/n laughs and renjun whines. “see, i told you!” y/n says and smiles around their lollipop. “anyways, do i know them?” y/n asks shortly after. “yea, kinda... hah, all of a sudden i dont really wanna talk about it anymore, so, bye?” renjun forces his hands into his pockets. was he really ready to confess? “fine, i’ll tell you about mine then. he’s really charming in his own way, and i just realized that i liked him recently. we also haven’t been friends for long, ha. i don’t know why, there’s just something about him, his cute little habits are so endearing to me. ew, i sound gross.” y/n pretends to vomit, and renjun sighs lowly. “you really do like him, huh?” he asks, defeated. “yea, i guess i really do.” y/n smiles to themselves and nudges renjun.

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renjun kicks at a rock before stopping in front of a house. “well, this is my house, so...” “right.” y/n nods and presses their lips together. “hey, could you do me a favor?” y/n asks, right before renjun goes to walk up to the door. “sure, anything you want?” “anything?” y/n asks with a smile on their face. renjun lightly blushes, before saying quietly, “yea, anything.” he sends a small smile and y/n can’t help but walk closer to the boy. renjun’s heart starts pounding inside his chest. did he just confess? y/n reaches out to him and gives him a hug. renjun frantically tries placing his hands on y/n’s back multiple times before finally resting them in one spot, placing his head in the crook of their neck. to him, it felt like they fit together perfectly. a giant smile paints his lips and y/n starts retracting their arms. ‘it’s you, renjun.” y/n faulters with their words. renjun’s eyes go wide and his lips part to let in air. he felt like he couldn’t breathe. “me. i am? it’s… what? he says, absolutely speechless. “you’re the guy i was talking about earlier. not that it matters.” y/n shrugs, trying to hide the fact that their heart was absolutely racing. “it does, uh, to me, because, you’re the person i was talking about earlier too, so…” he hides his face with his hand and looks away. ‘you think i ignore you?’ y/n says, surprised. ‘uh, a little bit…” he admits, shyly. he felt like he was going to explode, he was so flustered. “sorry, i’ll try to pay more attention to you?” y/n offers, paired with a crooked smile. renjun bends his knees and screams into the air, making y/n smile and laugh shortly after. “sorry, and, yea, that would be nice.” y/n hesitates before stepping forward and planting a quick kiss on renjun’s cheek, sending the poor love-struck boy’s heart to heaven and hell at the same time. a wide goofy smile is shared between the both of them. “ill text you?” y/n offers, hands trying to find a place to stop before finally landing in their pockets. “yes, great! i mean, uh, cool. very cool.” renjuns fails to hide his excitement as he practically floats on air and lets out a sigh, shooting y/n a thumbs up. “very cool, yes.” y/n laughs and finally leaves the boy to go inside, and he automatically starts jumping in a circle and clapping out of happiness.

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Destiel Trope Collection 2020 Day 13: First Kiss

AWOL | @madcatm

Rating: General Word Count: 1017 Main Tags/Warnings: First Kiss, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon Compliant Summary: The first time Dean kisses Cas, he runs away

Cinnamon and Sugar | @ialwayscomewhenyoucall

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1273 Main Tags/Warnings: mutual pining Summary: Dean has feelings for Cas, but he is afraid to show them. Cas has feelings for Dean, but can't find the right words. So he decides to say it with pie.

A New Year's Kiss | @gii-heylittleangel

Rating: General Word Count: 1274 Main Tags/Warnings: holiday fic; first kiss Summary: Celebrating New Year has never been so good if Dean's being completely honest.

The First and the Fondest | @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1594 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe: Modern Setting, Fake/pretend relationship, First Kiss, Castiel and Dean Winchester need to use their words Summary: "Tonight's fireworks night." Dean shrugs, trying to go for nonchalant and hoping he lands in not-shy, at the very least. "Out by the riverfront, sitting on blankets on the grass, and staring up at the night sky - the whole shebang." "So?" "People will probably expect us to kiss." Dean clears his throat, studying Cas's face for reactions. There's nothing for him there, but he doesn't stop staring. "And since we can't do that, we might -" "I -" Cas interrupts, and maybe he's blushing a little. Jesus, Dean hopes he is. "I can." Dean raises his eyebrows. "Kiss, I mean." And fuck that fucking fucker for not specifying that he can kiss Dean, because those words, strung together in a sentence and delivered in Cas's glorious fucking baritone would've automatically sent Dean to paradise. ~ OR ~ The One in which they pretend to be dating, but the kisses are real.

Wax Poetic | @cr-noble-writes

Rating: General Word Count: 2134 Main Tags/Warnings: love spell, fluff, confessions, first kiss Summary: James and Portia are tired of watching Dean and Cas pine for each other, so James takes matters into his own hands. Or, the one where Cas and Dean can only speak to each other in rhyming couplets and Dean professes his love in a sonnet

Fireworks | @banshee1013

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2784 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff and Angst, Mild Smut, First Kiss, First Time, Hurt/Comfort, Reunions, New Year's Kiss, Separations, Flashbacks Summary: Castiel finds himself in Hong Kong on New Year's Eve - alone again, naturally. He never expected in a million years that the man who broke his heart fifteen years ago would turn up here, of all places, on this night.

Consider This: Peanuts | @cr-noble-writes

Rating: No Rating Word Count: 2899 Main Tags/Warnings: fake dating, wedding, biphobia Summary: Dean isn’t sure why he RSVP’d to his dad’s wedding with a plus one, but only a week before the big day, he still doesn’t have a date. So he decides to do the next best thing. He asks his best friend to go with him and pretend to be his boyfriend. Author’s Note:This is unbeta’d. I wanted to get this posted before submissions closed, so I didn’t have time for a beta. But I did manage to get my word prompt from this week and last week in here. Hope you guys like it!!

As Many Kisses As You Want | @gii-heylittleangel

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4432 Main Tags/Warnings: near death experience; hurt/comfort; angst; hurt!Dean Summary: Dean gets really hurt in a hunt and Castiel has no idea what he's supposed to do. He really doesn't.

Hold onto me, breathe, breathe, you're not drowning | @pray4jensen

Rating: Mature Word Count: 4538 Main Tags/Warnings: First Kiss, Hurt Dean, Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: Dean grins. “You don’t wanna try it?” Cas rolls his eyes. “These usually work on first sight, Dean, so unless you want me to fall in love with you, I suggest you put it away.” Dean licks his lips. He watches Cas’ mouth. Then he tucks the love potion into the Gross Stuff drawer and turns away.

Anything | @amyoatmeal

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4578 Main Tags/Warnings: fake relationship, first kiss, fluff, alternate canon Summary: A newly human Cas has never had cake before. Dean's fixing to change that.

Swayze Always Gets A Pass | @amyoatmeal

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4766 Main Tags/Warnings: first kiss, drunk dean, drunk cas, movie night Summary: After Dean and Cas get into an argument over a case, Dean tries to apologize by asking Cas to Netflix and chill. Featuring: Cas the movie critic, his drunk friend, Dean, and Dean's tired brother, Sam. Told from Cas' awkward POV.

Disappear in the Trees | @specsofwings

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4817 Main Tags/Warnings: AU, Hunter Dean, Librarian Castiel, Fairy Tale Elements, Psychological Horror, Dean and Cas Have a Profound Bond, Falling in Love Summary: In a library that once entered, can't be exited, Castiel, against his will, works as the lone librarian, doing his best to make the people who wander inside comfortable in their final moments. Forced to weave human lives into storybooks for the library to devour, he hasn't seen the outside world in decades. Enter Dean Winchester. Can the chains of the library hold Castiel with another, more profound, bond forming between he and Dean?

The Beat of Hearts and Wings | @pomegranatedaffodil

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4857 Main Tags/Warnings: Fantasy AU, Dragons, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss Summary: Dean and Castiel have spent years dreaming of the day they will be assigned their roles at the Draconium, where dragons and humans work, live, and train together to ensure the peace and prosperity of the realm. But when Dean is granted the coveted role of dragon rider and Castiel is assigned to the care of the smallest dragons, their lifelong friendship is suddenly put to the test. With the help of dragons both large and small, surely Dean and Castiel will find their way back to their former closeness-- or maybe even to something more.

Distance | @baby-in-a-trenchcoat7

Rating: General Word Count: 5105 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Mutual Pining, Kissing, Idiots In Love Summary: Canon!verse Destiel. A series of Destiel drabbles inspired by scenes from the show and the lyrics to Distance by Christina Perri, highlighting two adorable idiots falling in love. Spoiler warning: Final section is taken from a scene from season 15.

Not Your Average B Slasher Movie | @deansrightfulangerissue & @unforth

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 5127 Main Tags/Warnings: Referenced Homophobia, Referenced Torture, Alternate Universe Summary: A one-on-one first date at an isolated cabin with love-of-his-life Cas? Sign Dean right the fuck up. Everything is going peachy-keen, until Cas, damn him to hell, just has to go and tell Dean all about notorious local murderer Alastair...

Divine Intervention | @rogueangelshunter

Rating: Mature Word Count: 7548 Main Tags/Warnings: References to Torture, H-e-double-hockey-sticks, Pit!Dean, What Dreams May come inspiration, if everybody gets their own Heaven then I figured everybody would also get their own Hell, and Dean's Hell is a very special place, special hell, Hell is a place, Gore, mcd is Dean way back in season 3, first kiss Summary: God will never get over Dean Winchester.

It's In His Kiss | @a-mandala-rose

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7877 Main Tags/Warnings: Closeted Dean/Cas, Hockey AU, First Kiss, Secret Relationship, Homophobic Language, Coming Out, Bottom Cas/Top Dean Summary: “Dean,” Cas says, straightening from his position against the wall. “I’m sorry if that kiss made you uncomfortable earlier. That wasn’t my intention.” Direct and to the point, that’s Cas. It’s a trait Dean usually appreciates, he likes knowing where he stands with the man, but right now it’s making him decidedly uneasy. Cas is right of course, the kiss did make Dean uncomfortable, just not for the reasons the other hockey player thinks. As per usual, Dean covers his discomfort with bravado and sass. “Nah, I wasn’t uncomfortable,” he lies. “Besides, you call that little peck a kiss? I hate to break it to you buddy, but Edith the octogenarian kissed better than that.” Cas looks momentarily annoyed with Dean’s obvious deflection, but then his expression clears and he steps into Dean’s space before cocking his head and narrowing his eyes, “Are you criticizing my kissing abilities, Dean?”

Head Over Feet | @jemariel

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 9439 Main Tags/Warnings: Fake dating, first kiss, past Inais/Castiel, semi-public sex, frottage Summary: Castiel's brother is getting married, and Cas's ex boyfriend is in the wedding party. Putting an ad on Craigslist for a wedding date seems like a terrible idea at the time, but one of the responses is... very intriguing... Sparks fly, boys dance, and everybody lives happily ever after.

Love is Scary | @verobatto-angelxhunter

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 9888 Main Tags/Warnings: Destiel, first kiss, love confession, season 13 canon divergent, mutual pining, post AUMichael!Dean, PTSD, angst with a happy ending. Summary: This is a little FF very fluffy with POVs. I wanted to write about Mildred meeting Cas and giving Dean advices. So... Enjoy!

Luminescent | @saltnhalo

Rating: Mature Word Count: 17222 Main Tags/Warnings: Marine Biologist Dean Winchester, Creature Castiel (Supernatural), Deep Sea Adventures, First Meetings, Strangers to Lovers, Romance Summary: Embarking on an expedition to the deepest, most unexplored parts of the ocean is all Dean has wanted to do since he was a kid. Now, his dream is finally coming to fruition, and he can feel in his bones that there is still so much to be discovered. But nothing could have prepared him for what he finds in those uncharted, impossibly deep waters…

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